Today is Smoke-free Day 112.
I did that cooking thing yesterday (the soup was *so* yummy, nuggets were OK, and the rest is in the freezer but looked good - chicken strips were good last time, pepper lime chicken is new) while I watched my beloved Cubbies smash hearts all over town and all the way out to my kitchen while I wondered why I was born like this, a Cubs fan with such a hopeful heart. So, after standing in the kitchen for about 4 hours watching disappointment unfold, I decided to put my feet up and have a few drinks.
Those keeping score know that I haven't had many drinks since quitting smoking other than when my dear friend J was visiting, so it's still really strange to me to drink and not smoke. Last night I knew that if I'd have been around smoke while in that condition, I would have definitely considered smoking (not that I would have done it, but I would have considered it for certain). The good news is that I was at home with my man and my cats, so not only was it not smoky, there were also no cigarettes available.
I'm sure that I will actually be just fine not smoking on whatever day it is that I find myself in a smoky room with a drink in my hand, but I'm just glad I haven't had reason to deal with it quite yet, even if it is Day 112 (much more on this when I ranted loudly on Day 45 about the advice of the Chantix Get Quit).
I am delighted that I should have a hangover but don't. Not smoking makes the morning after so very much more bearable. Still, my McDonald's hangover breakfast cure does sound really yummy, and it's another thing I haven't done in months, so I'm off to surprise Tom with a McSomethingNotGoodForUs.