Day Thirteen of Absolutely Free of Any Nicotine, Cigarettes, See-gars or other foreign objects in my mouth. No, wise-ass, I'm still smoking those, but I don't inhale.
The journey of the past few days has been rather difficult. Painful. Short, dull and brutish. But worth every second. After starting smoking as a teenager, and finally, now almost 40 years later, I finally see what I've been doing and how it has been hurting me.
Anyway, as a gift to myself on my birthday, I plan to ride through my sixth decade on this planet without the tube. And Beyond. The past few days my body has been spewing out the most vile macerations, repositioning itself as a working machine not being poisoned every time I lit up.
When all the hacking and wheezing as I also get over a summer cold clears, by July 31, my hope is to stay free of the vile suckers.
I have to say, I kept in on the QT, because I like to underpromise and overdeliver. Keeps me in good stead with the people I surround myself with these days.