It's been just over two weeks since I kicked the habit, and let me tell you, I am one agitated, hungry, and just an overall miserable person to be around. (If you haven't noticed it then you are probably blind because I give death glares to everyone and anyone I cross paths with...But that's just who I am now.) In fact, quitting smoking may have prolonged my life, but I feel sorry for all of you suckers who now have to live with the new crabby me for longer. -- You all just shoulda accepted my smoking habit (and I'm going to go as far as to say that you probably should have helped me pay for it) cause we're all in this for the long haul now...
But really, it's not even that bad. True to Shelley form, I am being overly dramatic about this entire situation. -- I mean, sure I still have cravings for cigarettes that I try to ignore by stuffing my face with food. And, yes I certainly have a lot less patience than I used to, but ladies and gentlemen, I am now a non-smoker. It's official.
Although, have no fear my smoking buddies, I have not yet gotten to that point -- That self rightous point where most people who quit smoking get to -- where I think that all smokers are the devil reincarnate. Nope. I still like you all. In fact, I want you all to know that I still think you look cool smoking. (I'm not even just saying that either. I'm old school, I have that 1994 mentality when it comes to smoking. It's cool. It's James Dean Cool. No, wait; it's Wynona Rider in Reality Bites cool.)
Ah well, my dad says that I'm home free in six-weeks. (He better be right, because more than actually craving a cigarette these days, I am just craving being a smoker. It's weird...)
I've made it past two weeks. I'm fatter and I hav a shorter fuse, but at least I'm still trying I guess...
I'm an addict.