That is a big, fat, honkin' lie I wrote. And I don't want to lie to you. There is no way in hell I'm getting any exercise today.
Imitation being the sincerest form of flattery, let's call it wanna-be-imitation based on sincere admiration. I'm so impressed and glad that you got up and did something productive and healthy.
Much as I'd love to quit smoking, I'm really focused on trying to get healthy in other ways. Cigs give feel-good chemicals, and I need to feel good in the short run so I can feel good in the long run. That's my take on it, anyway. Maybe it's backwards?
I'm not smoking in the house anymore, either. I don't mind telling you that it sucks. I actually regret encouraging Ed to take Chantix, since it worked for him and not for me. (I was not compliant. dammit.) Isn't that a horrible thing to feel? But it is what it is, and he's repulsed by the smell so I smoke outside, too.
Actually, my addiction to cigs is one of the things that clarifies for me how it was to be alcoholic. I will not give them up for love or money. (Literally.) I figure that's how Ed is feeling about booze right now. And maybe you, too. I hate addiction. It sucks for everyone.
:l from afar.
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