So, it's day 3 of my attempt to quit smoking cigarettes. Have you touched one since Sunday? No. Ah, come on, man, don't lie!!! You've taken at least a puff, right?!
No.
The answer is no. I'm still a bit fuzzy headed. Can't think clearly at 100% as of yet.
I have eaten some things that I should not have eaten though. I have eaten too much, and I'll be paying for this dearly. I was doing so well with my weight, but now I am hungry at every turn, and this company keeps food stocked for us to eat at any given time. It's as if we were going into a Nuclear winter, and they want to make sure we survive so we can continue working through it.
It's 2:35 PM CDT. This is about the time I go outside and take a smoke break. I miss it. I'm not going outside though. I have not been able to concentrate in three days now, and I am behind on my work.
According to my nifty little app, I have been smoke free for 3.08 days. I have saved $21.60 so far, and I am now 44.09% free of addiction. There's other achievements as well, such as I have saved an hour of my life.
Whatever. I just want this shitty feeling to go away. I want the hunger to go away, and I want to stop giving my money away to the damn tobacco companies. It's amazing to me, how every EIGHT SECONDS someone dies from tobacco related illnesses. In the time it takes you to read this post, several people would have died from smoking, yet, people don't want to do anything about it because it's our right to smoke if we want to.
What is the difference between smoking a pack of cigs a day and ingesting the same chemicals in pill form every day? Either way, we're killing ourselves.
Well, that's enough of that. I said I wasn't going to preach. I'm not going to start now. If you want to quit, it's still your choice. Not mine.
I wish I could just go to bed right now. Screw all of this....
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