Today is Smoke-free Day 139.
Having some man-made coffee (translation: made by Tom) with Eggnog creamer (even if it's way early yet but so delicious) before it's time to leave for my hour of absolute bliss in the form of an hour long massage from a package bought years ago when money wasn't tight that they say still has a few hours remaining, all that perhaps followed by a yummy latte at Dutch Bros (where I rarely go since the move) and then an extra hour with my man since tonight we get back that hour robbed of us in the Spring when we sprung forward. What's not to love about that?
In between all, no smoking. I can't wait to see how much longer I feel that much more wonderful from the massage. Oh sweet bliss, here I come.
This is my reward to me because I haven't done it in awhile, and frankly, I deserve it with all the not smoking I've been up to during the good days and the not so good days. The Chantix GetQuit thing hasn't mentioned it in awhile like they used to do constantly, but they did convince me that a little treat once in awhile is in order for everyone who used to be a smoker but is not doing it anymore. Oh. Hell. Yes.