TODAY'S the day I'm being prescribed lower strength nictotine patches.
By this time tomorrow, I'll either be as I am now (comfortable with being a non-smoker) or tearing my hair out. Which one will it be?
Luckily, tomorrow is the day I'm getting a brand new car. Yes, not that I'm one to boast, but I'll probably be pretty busy posing around the district behind the wheel. So, hopefully, no time for cravings.
I'm seeing my SmokeStop nurse at 4pm today. I can't believe I have been a non-smoker for five whole weeks. Neither can I believe the size I have ballooned to. Even my daughter had to look away in disgust last night. I haven't got a belly - I've got TWO!
As I was driving into work this morning, I contemplated joining Honiton Running Club. Unfortunately, the club's training night clashes with Honiton Town Council meetings - so, perhaps, not. Maybe, I could stroll around the perimeter fence of the airport during lunchtimes instead?