Friday was, of course, full of determination. Saturday was spent wondering if it was worth it.
This was literally a 2 minute hair day. I spritzed, I waxed, I was done.
At this point it was a little flat because I spent my nicotine detox day sleeping and eating.
I have GOT to get back to the gym because I am pretty sure I have eaten the equivalent of a horse in the past 72 hours.
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| Non-smoker Rebecca will eat your face off. |
What's that? You didn't know I smoked? Well, that is because I have spent the past ten years telling myself I wasn't really a smoker.
Sure, I was buying two or three packs of cigarettes a week. Okay, when I didn't have a cigarette, I yelled at EVERYONE in the vicinity. Granted, every time I saw someone smoking on television, my fingers twitched.
I finally admitted I couldn't "stop anytime I wanted." I would have preferred some gum or patches, but that is not in the budget presently. So Jason and I went cold turkey. And ate everything in the house.
Jason has been smoking since he was eleven, which makes this 23 years. Suffice it to say, he is also having a bit of a rough time.
I have to go have a snack now.
