I just weighed in downstairs. My rate of loss has slowed down because I’ve been snacking more and eating like crap and avoiding the treadmill more often, but I’m still losing. Today’s weight is 299. This is the first time since 1995 that I’m under 300 pounds. THAT makes my mood improve quite a bit. …
It’s been two weeks since my last cigarette. The cravings today and yesterday have been the worst ones since the first day, but I keep reminding myself that I’ve gone a week without coughing up a lung in the morning, and that keeps me from buying a pack, if not quell the craving. I also …
Today is my seventh day without a cigarette. I have gotten past the pent-up rage and general grumpiness. I can look at a pack of cigarettes on the bar or table and not feel the urge to smoke one. My morning ritual of coughing until I feel like I’m about to die has continued, but …
This post will get nasty. Don’t read it if you get the willies easily. At six o’clock in the morning, I woke up coughing. This has become a recent trend for me, these morning fits of my lungs revolting. I rolled onto my side, hoping that the shift in gravity would bring peace enough for …