Does having a smoke or two on a weekend (ok, so maybe every other Thursday too as part of the downtown pub crawl) constitute failing? So, am I wrong (or kidding myself) that I've been a non-smoker for two months as of tomorrow, even though I may have had a few in the last two months? I'd like to think i'm somewhat victorious about the last two months. I mean, I don't smoke in my car, I don't smoke at home during the week, I just save it for being out and about.
Just wondering.
Tuesday, August 14, 2007
Thursday, August 2, 2007
Sorry for Cheating on You, Alfredo
I've actually changed filling up my tank to another gas station. Better Price? Nope. Better location? Nope, further even.
The reason?
Alfredo, behind the thick security window. He would always recognize my car and have my $10 3-pack of Marlborough Menthols ready for me. Always with a smile and that sexy accent greeting me.
But I've been cheating on him. I've been going to a different station for the last 45 days that I've haven't bought cigs. Couldn't stand the guilt that I couldn't see him anymore and that I didn't have the balls to tell him it's over between us. It's hard to end a relationship that's brought me so much pleasure. And this morning I did that crappy gutless move... went to my old gas station, ignored him, and even kept my back to him.
Alfredo, it's for the better. You may hate me now, but you'll realize in the end that it's for the best. I'll never forget you.
The reason?
Alfredo, behind the thick security window. He would always recognize my car and have my $10 3-pack of Marlborough Menthols ready for me. Always with a smile and that sexy accent greeting me.
But I've been cheating on him. I've been going to a different station for the last 45 days that I've haven't bought cigs. Couldn't stand the guilt that I couldn't see him anymore and that I didn't have the balls to tell him it's over between us. It's hard to end a relationship that's brought me so much pleasure. And this morning I did that crappy gutless move... went to my old gas station, ignored him, and even kept my back to him.
Alfredo, it's for the better. You may hate me now, but you'll realize in the end that it's for the best. I'll never forget you.
Sunday, July 15, 2007
OH NO! #1
What is it about old patterns are hard to rid of? Friday I was just jazzed that I was oh so close to 30 days not smoking. A few friends (ex-smokers) where "hey, you've made it this far, so you're already there," until Friday night...
My best bud had a free weekend from the wifey and I told him to come on over the the weekend. I knew I was doomed from the start because we love to push our vices. There's nothing better than laying on the floor in front of the TV with a cool breeze blowing in, a pack of smokes, bottles of V&T and glasses of ice, and do absolutely nothing. Oh, I take that back. We do talk about things we could do, but we figure the best option is exactly what were doing! And nap.
Sure, he talked about his 30 day Nicotene patch supply sitting at home, and my Nicotene lozenges are sitting on my counter laughing at me. I've given myself permission to just go for it this weekend. Hope I'm not kidding myself.
My best bud had a free weekend from the wifey and I told him to come on over the the weekend. I knew I was doomed from the start because we love to push our vices. There's nothing better than laying on the floor in front of the TV with a cool breeze blowing in, a pack of smokes, bottles of V&T and glasses of ice, and do absolutely nothing. Oh, I take that back. We do talk about things we could do, but we figure the best option is exactly what were doing! And nap.
Sure, he talked about his 30 day Nicotene patch supply sitting at home, and my Nicotene lozenges are sitting on my counter laughing at me. I've given myself permission to just go for it this weekend. Hope I'm not kidding myself.
Thursday, July 5, 2007
Suzukasu
Say what? No, not a form of suicide or some new fetish. Suzukasu [soft and mild flavored based cake made by high quality what and fresh eggs]. Of course they're from Famima.
My sweet reward for the 20th day of not smoking [yeah, don't remind me of the slip up, I'm still coughing up a lung].
Sure, already got called chunky or chubby, I forget and still giggle about it, but I was down 3 lbs this morning. After a lunch of two slices of Next Door Pizza, the chunkster was ready for some sweet sweets.
500 calories, 8 g fat.
(just had to check and realized they're much healthier than Pockies...NOOOOOOOO!)
My sweet reward for the 20th day of not smoking [yeah, don't remind me of the slip up, I'm still coughing up a lung].
Sure, already got called chunky or chubby, I forget and still giggle about it, but I was down 3 lbs this morning. After a lunch of two slices of Next Door Pizza, the chunkster was ready for some sweet sweets.
500 calories, 8 g fat.
(just had to check and realized they're much healthier than Pockies...NOOOOOOOO!)
Sunday, July 1, 2007
Meltdown or Pay Back?
Spent the weekend sick in bed. Summer flu? Nicotine crash? Exhausted from work and fun? Yes, yes, and yes. It all started with a tickle in my throat Friday morning after a night of drinking, a few cigarettes, and a whole lot of guilt for the smokes. Friday night I went out with my bestie and friends. Don't know why I was on edge emotionally; I was a bit more sensitive that night than usual. At a certain point I find that I'm getting teary eyed. I had had such a good week of fun, but tonight I felt different. Wanting more, missing some things about my life, and wishing things were different.
I hate public display of emotions. Realizing that a nicotine emotional crash is imminent, I crawl into a cab as I start sobbing uncontrollably. I held off the wailing until I got home. And continued for 24 hours. Commercials for Princess Di's tribute concert, pithy lines from Salem (Sabrina the Teenage Witch), and yes, 3 hours of The Color Purple, which I had never seen. A day of uncontrollable sobbing.
If any of the weight gain was water, I'm sure I'd be down a few pounds (just weighed myself out of curiosity, no water loss, probably because of the gallon of ice cream, cans of Chef Boyarde sausage ravioli, and the Kan Pao San Yan and Tawainese noodles I had delivered for dinner). But hey, still holding on to those extra lbs.
I hate public display of emotions. Realizing that a nicotine emotional crash is imminent, I crawl into a cab as I start sobbing uncontrollably. I held off the wailing until I got home. And continued for 24 hours. Commercials for Princess Di's tribute concert, pithy lines from Salem (Sabrina the Teenage Witch), and yes, 3 hours of The Color Purple, which I had never seen. A day of uncontrollable sobbing.
If any of the weight gain was water, I'm sure I'd be down a few pounds (just weighed myself out of curiosity, no water loss, probably because of the gallon of ice cream, cans of Chef Boyarde sausage ravioli, and the Kan Pao San Yan and Tawainese noodles I had delivered for dinner). But hey, still holding on to those extra lbs.
See, I'm NOT a Liar!
Thursday night I gave into peer pressure and decided to smoke a few cigarettes with my smoking buddies during a night of revelry, hanging out in a cool downtown space with flowing shots and drinks. It was so "After-School Special" to hear, "come on Ramon, it's only one cigarette." or "You'll be ok to just have one." At least I was smart enough to have somebody else buy the pack and refuse to keep the pack when the night ended. I think I smoked 5, including two for the road home. Aw, that sweet habit of driving home with a cig.
Wednesday, June 27, 2007
Damn You, Pocky
Ever tried a Pocky? They're delicious and addictive. Might as well provide them in methadone clinics.
They're made in Japan, and the package tells you "Stick to fun! Pocky!" They're baked wheat cracker dipped in various coatings or flavored. My favorite is the Men's Bitter Chocolate (guess women can't handle strong chocolate in Japan). They're 5- 1/4" long and 1/16" diameter of sheer eating pleasure in the shape of a hypodermic needle full of yumminess, packaged in a newly designed box containing two foil wrapped packages. I could tell you the fat and calorie content but I would probably start crying because I just finished the newly purchased box before finishing this entry.
Damn you, Pocky, and damn you, Famima!! for being so convenient to my home and work.
http://www.glico.co.jp/en/corp/profile3a.htm
20g fat, 400 calories
They're made in Japan, and the package tells you "Stick to fun! Pocky!" They're baked wheat cracker dipped in various coatings or flavored. My favorite is the Men's Bitter Chocolate (guess women can't handle strong chocolate in Japan). They're 5- 1/4" long and 1/16" diameter of sheer eating pleasure in the shape of a hypodermic needle full of yumminess, packaged in a newly designed box containing two foil wrapped packages. I could tell you the fat and calorie content but I would probably start crying because I just finished the newly purchased box before finishing this entry.
Damn you, Pocky, and damn you, Famima!! for being so convenient to my home and work.
http://www.glico.co.jp/en/corp/profile3a.htm
20g fat, 400 calories
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