Well day one I'm skipping over. Day one was well...i drank, and i smoked and it was fun, but i was sad. However, I did get a lot done. I cleaned with my fiance and I discussed with him what i wanted to do and he said he is down. He's a cook, so i have that working for me with the eating healthy, and he always making sure that he's taking care of me (plus i get really tired and cooking is not something i want to come home to do...). So i shared my new found passion of wanting to quit smoking and wanting to cut back drinking and we made a pact to one another to do it. Quit smoking at least.
Well day one has come and gone and i have successfully completed one day smoke free. Now I was okay until i came home and took a look at my 9 hrs of a day that was wasted working in an office room and dialing numbers and it made me depressed. 9 hrs when i could be doing something that actually means something to me, however i have to now chant the mantra that each American tells themselves when they're at the job they hate, "At least I have a job." The days of taking your job for granted are now gone as thousands of Americans are loosing their jobs daily. If i lost my job me and my fiance would have to move to North Carolina and live with the fams.
Anywho, I really wanted a cigarette at that time, and Adrian (my fifi) held me and we talked, I talked it out and he supported me. So smoking-one day: check.
Ohh but on the first day me and my fifi did run for 3 miles! So that's good. Baby steps, one day at a time, step by step, just breathhhhh....
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