Today is Smoke-free Day 160.
Long weekends rock. Life needs more of these, I think. The eggnog lattes are in full swing in my house (and super easy, too, thanks to my little stovetop espresso thingy and the microwave for the eggnog cut with milk), the Christmas lights are up outside (actually did it last weekend), and I haven't left my house since after work on Wednesday. I really should consider taking a walk. Last night I ate more leftovers than I'd eaten even fresh on Thanksgiving. Considering I no longer smoke away the calories and have gotten used to walking with the work ladies, it would be a good idea. After I play the Sims2 for a bit. And relax. And have another plate full of yummy. Maybe then I'll walk.
Thankfully, the renewed tuggings of the past couple days are again back to more normal and more rare whispers. It did occur to me at one point that if it got really bad, I do still have a handful of Chantix pills remaining (different kind of leftovers, I suppose), but it never got that bad, and I'm not sure that really would have been the way to go. I'm still not ready to toss them, though, just in case.