I get to quit smoking ... ... but if this should have an effect on my mental health and my wallet, I would say that I prefer to start with a nice carton of Marlboro Red and fuck. It all began with a poker game ... no no ... that's another story. Smoke from much earlier. It was now six years passed between hallucinatory halitosis, including hit of coughing every 24 seconds flat, yellowed fingers and kitchen curtains with holes in them as 34 thousand times that you could not tell the difference with a thin slice is cut emmenthal and left to wave in the beautiful summer evenings. Well, anyway, for a pure curiosity I started reading "How to Quit Smoking is easy if you know how to do it" by Allen Carr. A book that Jack would define as "ciauz, it was a bestseller and in this case, the butler and the murderess is still to be posted in the request". A book without many alternatives, remember every line that it is stupid to smoke, how impossible it is to find a rationale for the existence of smoking as a bathroom for women in cs. Well, I mean, I'm kinda book I read it in 3-4 days and I read only the parts where the author repeats " Now turn on the last cigarette" . I remember that I read those lines at least a dozen times with tears in his eyes, a handkerchief in his hand left and right in a beautiful Camel Light. How much poetry in those words. Mamma mia, I still shudder when I think of it only. The result was that the fifth day, a Saturday, I had lost all interest in cigarettes. You will say, "Oh well! Do not drink coffee and not by blood clots that have stopped" And I say unto you "Yes, is not there to put his finger on, and anyway why do not you starts to open up a blog for your own business and do not stop to poison the air of the mine? "
Well anyway the first day without nicotine were beautiful. I got up, and this already, except for one, could be good news, and I felt quite strong, cool, and also put in his underwear on the first morning I went to intestinal particular embarrassment. Washed and dressed, which does not mean I do not stink, I left to go to work as if they had told me that I had tripled his salary, I won a beach house and all of a sudden I had become an impressive touch of beef. I heard him in a 'incredible energy that I packed house in 3 hours and I cleaned all the crap I had, I washed the dishes, even those that are still clean, the bed unmade I na ten times just because the' left corner of the sheet do not fell like I said. But so far, this slight hyperactivity I can also accept pity that now my waking hours are becoming a continual feast, unspeakable proportions. I quit smoking for the money, but now na charge of 50 euro is enough for me and not for 3 days, if they are out to lunch. Yesterday, Sunday, I risked death. After lunch (simple main course with salad and ice cream) I got to pretend to study the truce only lasted maybe a couple of hours. Then it was the end. I dropped in the order of 3 bags Fonzies, a magnum na kilos of snacks and popcorn. Not satisfied, come to dinner, I gave myself a pizza mozzarella, parmesan cheese, baked and rocket followed by an ice cream, 2 packets of crisps and before bedtime, yet another magnum snack. At that point, not yet satisfied, I took 3 liters of water, I warmed up and I drowned chamomile that at least the stomach, filled with water does not break balls. So let this be known
gentlemen: stop smoking is beautiful but you need to open a mortgage to eat in withdrawal symptoms. And I'm still only 10 days that I do not smoke ... and now that I think a little peckish I see ..
