Outside the weather is just craziness. Wind, rain, downed trees, snarled traffic, the works. Just running between home to car and car to office was an exercise in tucking in any body part that could fit into a pocket (no hood - silly me) because it just feels miserable. I remember this time last year. Vividly. It used to irritate me when the weather was like this because just standing under something to smoke didn't work when the rain was blowing sideways and threatening to extinguish my little poison treat, the same little treat that seemed such a nice reward for braving the elements. When the weather was really and truly just bad enough, I'd try to postpone a smoke until it looked just a tad better out there, but then all I could do in the interim was to keep thinking about whether it was time yet and driving myself nic fit crazy.
Me, with jaw agape during this revelation: I can't remember the last time I even had an actual full-blown nic fit. Wow. More amazed.
As soon as I walked out this morning, it occurred to me how ridiculous I was as a smoker. Go stand in the wind and rain, get all cold and wet, and do this just for the sole purpose of sucking poison into your body. In an hour, do it again. Rinse and repeat. All day long. Like a good little lunatic addict. Good riddance.
Another link added to the Chantix bloggers on the side, and to be added to my list of linky loos:
Current, Regularly Updated Blogs I Read Daily:
- Diva in da Chantix House - Leslie's blog. Leslie started working on quitting smoking before starting Chantix and officially quit completely on November 11, 2007.