Lesson One: When they say to “vary your routine to cut down on cravings”, they mean be smart about it.
I eat like most single city-dwellers, picking up whatever Chinese/pizza/burger/salad happens to appeal to me at the time. But because I’m now a big-shot ex-smoker, I decided that for taking the big step I had earned a reward. A nice, big, expensive steak dinner. Escargot, filet mignon, carmelized onions, a nice cabernet, the works.
But of course, when do you want a cigarette most? I got a craving so strong that I almost cried.
Lesson Two: When you are on edge and angry from nicotine withdrawel, a) alcohol is bad, and b) a biker bar is a very bad place to be.
So after recovering from my little crisis, I went to go meet some friends. First off, without cigarettes disguising your tastebuds, Budweiser is nasty! How the hell did I ever drink that stuff? Second, Edgy and with alcohol-induced lowered inhibitions is no way to be in a biker bar. Somehow, I managed not to throw the punch which would have made me a permanent ex-smoker. But man, did I ever want to. When I got back home, I did. I can pretty much kiss my security deposit goodbye. The sheetrock guys will be by on Monday.
But you know what? I did it. I did it yesterday, and I’m gonna do it today. And tomorrow. I’ll deal with Monday when it comes.
Let’s go, all! We’re kicking this thing. And when we’ve made it one year, we’ll use some of the saved money to throw the biggest doperfest in the history of the internet. Sturgis will envy the numbers of dopers we will fly in. Police departments will have to over-staff to handle us all. World GDP will go down and ignornance up while we’re removed from it.
All because we’re gonna kick this awful habit.