.. and you can probably guess what that was, can't you?
2 months ago I went to Tuscany, neigh, two weeks before that I had just one cigarette at a smoking friend's wedding. The holiday, I didn't smoke but the romantic sign for the Tabaccheria ('scuse my italian) niggled at me. When I came home I needed to do something. I toyed with the idea of taking a lover (my sanity was at stake after all) but after deliberating on a couple of would-be's I decided that it really wasn't in the best interest of my relationship so sanity won over my health and I started smoking again.
Within a day or two I could feel the physical harm the smoke was doing to me... it was running through my veins, I could feel it clogging up my arteries and slowing me down. I waited for that moment to pass but it just didn't seem to. Now. two months on, my body feels like it has the first signs of arthritis - I wake up aching during the night and in the morning .. it's actually sore to move. I'm out of breath and thoroughly p'd off with myself. One day I shall read this and remind myself of my reasons to stop.
So, I need to keep a level head and keep a low profile with this one. My sanity will, presumably, return one day but here goes...
DGee, rogue, Boo, Alex, Pll, HB, the soon-to-be-dancing-princess mash and of course the lovely Capitan .. in fact ALL the unsung heroes fighting the weed .. you and your resilience, have my admiration and applause!!!