Well, as is my custom and lot in life, I gave myself a Valentine's Day present again this year. If I had someone else in life to give me one, I wouldn't have to do it myself. But I don't...so...
My Valentine's Day present to myself this year is to quit smoking.
I did so on February 14th. Since then I've cheated a few times. But I don't think I have smoked a half of one pack since. I haven't smoked at all since Sunday morning.
Yes, I'm climing the walls. And nobody wants to be around me just now.
Yes, I'm doing every trick in the book. I'm taking Welbutrin, using two nicotine patches, Nicotine losenges and an e-cigarette (I call it my rescue inhaler). But I'm not smoking.
And, No. I don't feel better. In fact I feel like crap. This is a surprise. I thought I'd feel a whole lot better.
And I'm trying not to eat more than usual.
But I'm not smoking.