Highly Strung

After two days nicotine is no longer detectable in your body. Withdrawal symptoms are likely to peak today and tomorrow so keep really focussed and determined. Remind yourself that your body is getting warmer and that your sense of smell and taste are improving.

Hoorah, I have finally reached day 2, I shall celebrate by going to the gym and cycling as hard as I can for thirty minutes and then attend the abs class. My smoke free lungs will feel ace and it will all be worth it.

I passed the ‘pub test’ last night, ie i sat in the pub for a couple of hours, had a couple of glasses of wine and did not desire a cigarette. It probably heped that I was with a non smoker. I do believe most of the friends I see regularly are non smokers, which will help a lot.

I’m very much looking forward to my Sunday cycle this week, I’m hoping by then I will really feel the difference that non smoking makes to my breathing. Sadly I may be somewhat impaired by a hangover. Although every effort will be made to avoid such a situation, it may be hard considering I have committed to attending one lunch and two parties on Saturday. Perhaps I will try the rather enigmatic guest appearance approach. ie. Turn up at each place for a pre determined length of time, sip on one glass of wine for that length of time then take my leave on schedule. The aim being, to be home by midnight (a sensible hour I think).

I’m also looking forward to Sunday for another reason, namely the reappearance of a certain someone, after a week’s absence.

I have not tripped up, smashed into or knocked over anything at all today. Well ok, I did spill my latte on my hand on the way from the counter to the place where the sugar is kept. But seriously that could’ve happened to anyone, they really do overfill those cups.

Cigarette tally: 0!

Day 1: Well done, the start of a better life! By the end of today, your blood pressure will have returned to normal and the carbon monoxide will have been eliminated from your body. Remember to breathe deeply through a craving and drink plenty of water.

Ok, so I failed again, last night I had half a cigarette, however it has had the effect of making me even more determined to give up. Watch this space for more bordering on obsession giving up posts.

As far as I’m concerned, today can just fuck right off….giving up smoking – not easy is it.

I bet some of my colleagues think I’m pre-menstrual, little do they know, it’s something far far worse.

Day 1: Well done, the start of a better life! By the end of today, your blood pressure will have returned to normal and the carbon monoxide will have been eliminated from your body. Remember to breathe deeply through a craving and drink plenty of water.

Ok, so I failed yesterday, I admit it. My failure was rather specatacular. One cigarette whilst unintoxicated about an hour after I got home, then two more after two glasses of wine with dinner.

Today though I have had none so far, a situation I am hoping to continue well into forever.

I had a dream last night that as a result of an accident I had to have my teeth reconstructed. I especially requested that they leave a gap between the front two, but just a wee one, rather than one you could drive a truck through – they looked brilliant. Which is not to say I could bring myself to go through the braces thing all over again – not even with the fact that they now do clear ones.

I’m beginning to think I might actually be a bit of a klutz. I’ve just been to the loo, a loo which I’m unfamiliar with. It has a black and white tiled floor with one step up about 2 paces in fromt he door, which obviously fooled me a bit. I tripped up it so badly that I ended up on my hands and knees and narrowly avoided smashing my face into the toilet seat. My hands hurt now. All this was made worse by the fact that I then blustered into a project meeting and ranted about why the hell someone had chosen to place such a heavily disguised stair in the toilets. Go me.

Day 1: Well done, the start of a better life! [patronising, not arf]. By the end of today, your blood pressure will have returned to normal and the carbon monoxide will have been eliminated from your body. Remember to breathe deeply through a craving and drink plenty of water [or if you are me, eat an entire bar of Lindt Milk Chocolate].

Today is day one in a renewed attempt to lengthen my life and unenslave myself from the demon weed. I have of course picked a stupid day to do it. It is the first day my boss is out of the office for two weeks, another colleague has dumped something in my lap and fucked off to Ireland for a week, the colleague oppoiste me keeps ‘talking to himself’ but expecting me to respond and the stupid over-the-knee socks i am wearing with a new dress keep slipping down, making me look like some thirty-something Pippi Longstocking (not dignified).

Addressing each issue in turn, I hereby offer my solutions (as opposed to not solving them and having a fag instead):

- email the offending colleague and pitch the ball back into his court
- ignore the colleague opposite in the hopes that he will shut the fuck up
- fold socks down to below height of boots

Ah, feeling so much more relaxed now, or at least I will be as soon as I hop on my bike and get the hell out of here in around 3 hours time.

Woke up about 2.30am this morning, had a pee then went back to bed. Just as I was drifting off to sleep my phone beeped loudly, an incoming text message. Not being the type to ignore ringing phones and the like, I took a quick peak. A text from my sister regarding what we are getting my brother for wedding gifts. Being the type of person who must respond immediately, I texted back a reply. The following reply came back several minutes later:

‘Iain thinks you have a man with you, is he correct? Otherwise why are you awake?’

My reply by return:

‘No, just awake for pee, phone going off now, back to sleep’

Isn’t the reality so much more dull than the imaginings?

Mental note: switch mobile off at night.

I have finally gotten around to discovering the area surrounding Leyton. Turns out to be quite nice. In particular Broadway Market. Although I did make the mistake of forgetting to wear the fitted retro leather jacket (that I do not own), and was therefore somewhat out of place amongst the ‘hip kids’ of Hackney. The cheese array looked quite tempting, but I held off, being on a bit of budget until I hit Australia. Instead I shopped at Sainsburys in Stratford on the way home…ahhh Sainsburys how I’ve missed you, Asda is clearly inferior.