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Why Did I Quit Smoking Again?

For those of you who have followed my struggles with the wicked weed (no not THAT weed), you will be pleased to know that I have now gone for 3.8 weeks, including 6 drinking sessions, without having a cigarette.

I used the 'treat' system and with D's help, devised a plan that has worked. Every Sunday I make it to, i get to treat myself, each week the amount I get to spend goes up by 5 pounds. And because I am becoming more girlie by the day, I have been indulging in this line of beauty products that make you feel like a million bucks. This Sunday is £20..can...not..wait!!

The reason I wanted to be done with the tabacky was for my health, physical and mental. I was sick of having to 'quit' smoking every Monday morning after drinking and smoking over the weekend. I was not going to get any closer to running a marathon inhaling smoke.

And I'm so pleased with myself (and with the help of nicorette) that I have kicked the habit of needing a smoke when I drank.

So it was with intense anger - and extreme illness - that I woke this morning to find that I had a 'cigarette headache'. If you are a former smoker who has fallen of the wagon for an evening or a drinking smoker that hasn't figured out the right amount of drugs, vitamins and liquids to take before bed after a night out, you know exactly what I'm talking about.

It took me longer than usual to get ready, and my already blaring headache was making it difficult for me to figure out why I had it. Yes, I was at someone's 30th birthday party but I hadn't really drunk any more than I would on a usual night.

And suddenly remembering the fact that I was in a room WITH NO WINDOWS with 8 women ALL OF WHOM WERE CHAIN SMOKING, I realised I must have second hand smoked all night.

My will power and hard work may be paying off in the pockets, but not sure my head was happy to hear that this morning.

I think I deserve and extra fiver this Sunday...that'll make up for it....


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