So far today:
Cups of coffee: 1
Glasses of ice coffee: 2
Crossword puzzles: 1
Newspapers: 1/2 (well, it's Sunday)
Bananas: 1/2
Bowls of congee: 1
Diet Pepsi: 0
Beer: 0
Cigarettes: 0
Grapefruit juice: 0
Klondike bars: 0
Pounds put on in 10 days of not smoking: 8
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This blog used to be called "Why I Can't Stop Smoking." Well, I did stop smoking. Now I need to stop drinking. The only thing is, every day there seems to be a reason why I can't just yet. It worked before, so—here goes! Today's reason
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9 comments:
I would not be able to stop smoking if I had to make a list of what I did not eat..did not drink..did not smoke....I admire your restraint...
Some of need to go to India and re-program their brains. Before they hit 200 pounds.
My daughter just called from Georgia, in an especially needy mood. I guess she misses me, but basically, I think she's just bored. My attempts to cheer her up failed. The funny cat pictures I emailed her pissed her off. She doesn't want to turn off the fucking tv and go for a walk in the cool night air. So I said..."You know what, honey? You need a drink." Once again, Am I a good mother, or what??
Actually, this comment should go in my blog, Elviscopalian. But it's been so long since I blogged my own blog I can't remember how to set it up. Oh, well.
It occurs to me that I have been warning my 13 year-old daughter, Catie Scarlett, for years now that if she doesn't stop using bad behavior as a means to get my attention, I'd be history. As fate would have it, I may be away from home, and her, for a few years. Perhaps until she's about twenty. Maybe by then she'll have a nice husband to blow up at. Meanwhile, Scarlett my dear: Mother has left the building.
Thirteen year olds suck, huh?
ps...to the intervention crew:
She is lying about the beer ;{
Hey, I'm always telling the truth about my intake. If you'll note, the first sentence is something like "So far today..." What happens after that time stamp is between me and my conscience.
A beer or two ...like a smoke or two is ok...that moderation thing...if it can happen 360 days out of the year....
And one day...I like to see the real list C...not the sanitized one you put up to appease the intervention crowd you are running with now.
Yeah, Really!!! You can't kid a kidder. It takes one to know one! Half measures avail us nothing. Just remember: We have a chair for you at the meetings. Anytime.
Half measures? what chair and where is it anytime? Why do I picture a uncomfortable chair in a basement of a church that smells like it has just been disinfected? Isn't that just another addiction?
Talking about your addiction? And why would you feel that someone's addiction was better then yours? I think what really happens is people get addiction envy and they all want a big one..like that other envy you hear about.
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