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7:12 a.m. - Wednesday, Jul. 03, 2002 The only positive thing about this mess is that I know I won�t die if I don�t smoke. This is the beginning of day three. If I can hold out for a week, things will get better. There will come a time� a brief moment� when I won�t be thinking of cigarettes. Then will come another. Little by little, I�ll get used to life without Camels and go on to realize I�m happy to have quit. But not today. Not last night. Probably not tomorrow either. Last night, I was pacing around the apartment. I�ve already searched every pocket of every jacket to see if I could discover a forgotten cigarette pack. No use� all gone. But there�s a pretty long butt in the ashtray of my truck. It�s one I lit and then had to crush out right away for some reason. I need to throw it away, but I�m afraid to touch it right now. If I pick it up, I�ll light it. How humiliating is that? How hooked am I? So, last night I was pacing around, trying to keep from going out to the truck for that last of the last of smokes. I managed not to do it, but the price was high. I ordered a pizza instead. It was a beautiful little circle of bread and cheese, tomato sauce and chunks of sausage, ham and pineapple. I got the Dominos medium�. Delivered hot in less than thirty minutes. And then, bless my soul, I sat there and ate the whole thing, along with two cans of real, sugared Coke. I ate past the point of satisfaction or good taste. I ate because I knew that only while I ate could I avoid the immediacy of my craving for nicotine. And I knew that along with my final bite, that craving would return with renewed fury. So I ate it all; even the dry crust. And then, sure enough, as soon as it was gone, I wanted a smoke even more than ever. How stupid is that? I gained nothing but weight and a few tiny moments of relief from that pizza. The relief was very short-lived. The weight is going to be with me a lot longer. Ah well�.. that was yesterday. This is today. I only have to worry about today. I think I can do that. If I can�t, then I only really have to worry about this moment. Minute by minute, I think I can beat this thing. No� I KNOW I can beat it. I don�t even care about the benefits of quitting right now. The better health, better skin, money saved, etc. I�m just pissed that I�m not in control of this chemical. I�m a pawn of the tobacco companies and the sinister molecules of whatever they choose to inflict on my body. That�s just unacceptable. Nobody controls Ms Leslie. You can kill her.. you can even eat her, but She�s going to be in control of her own destiny until then. OK� now I have to exercise to see if I can sweat out the grease from that pizza. 0 comments so far � � |