CJstopssmoking

Well, my first day as a non smoker didn't go quite as well as I had hoped. Three ciggies all day, which is on one level really good, but considering I am wearing a patch, it's a bit of a let down.

I just wanted 'something'. The Christmas choccies are now down to the ones you only eat by mistake, and I've always needed a ciggie to take away the thickness of chocolate in my mouth. And it was in my mouth that I craved, the taste, the texture of the smoke.

And there was something missing in everything I do. I was completely lost this morning. I sat down with a coffee, and just vacantly looked around the room for something to do, that took about the same amount of time as having a ciggy would. Of course, first thing of a morning, I'm not quite 'together', so of course I found nothing. Having lost my first ritual of the day, I moved straight onto the second, my coffee. Bit of a mistake really, as the coffee hadn't cooled. (Hmm, note to self...when the kettles whistles, the water is hot) On the upside, my tongue and throat were burned so couldn't have smoked even if I had wanted to.

Well, it was a start. I never thought it would be easy, and now I have a benchmark to improve upon tommorrow.

I guess like many of you, the New Year is the time to try to stop smoking. It's a significant day the first day of the year. New year, new start.

But...how many of you are like me, still drunk on the nights bubbly, and putting off the moment when the NEW YEAR finally starts.

I'm sure some brainbod out there will tell me it was last Thursday, or some other equally strange time, and I do welcome that imput, learn something new, it's not a wasted day, blah blah blah.

For me, it's when I wake up the first of January. (I take the perogative, it's my blog/life) Why stop at midnight? Midnight is simply someone elses way of splitting up time. My day starts when I wake up, with a ciggy for the last time today, and ends when I go to sleep.

And boy have I smoked!

Doesn't really taste of anything, but, hey! it's my last chance. I feel a little like I'm on death row, trying to savour every last moment, but not enjoying any of them, because I know 'the end is nigh'.

I have my patch, I haven't unwrapped it yet but it looks huge! Thankfully it's it's cold, so no need to bare flesh and let every Tom, Dick or Harry see my challenge, and then comment on 'ol Unky Albert, who smoked untill he was 107, and said it kept him virile. Bollocks, he was just like Clinton.

Anyho...the point of the blog is to have something else to do with my hands instead of holding a fag. If you feel like me, feel free to post, I'm going to add to this whenever I feel a craving coming on, so should you.

Happy New Year