To begin with I ask forgiveness from those who had given my promise to keep faith with the updated blog ... unfortunately there is so much to do (and I do not mean to entertainment) that really have the time I missed.
It is not the usual excuse, when I'm in front of the PC - well paying £ 1 per hour to be there! - Usually are fully immersed in the frenzy to find employment.
Now that Christ has come with the laptop is different, I write at home and then just do the upload in the internet cafe. Upload? ... But you say so?
Secondly I would point out to everyone that today is a month that does not touch a cigarette ...
was the afternoon of September 19 and Cri and I were walking near Fulham Broadway station after taking a coffee with a friend. Inside of me felt like a kind of sick while I aspired deep breaths last cigarette (I was brought up 5 or 6 packs from Italy) and I looked around anxiously in search of a tobacco shop. Here are some cigarettes' everywhere, even sell them in supermarkets, but especially in those shops in most cases managed by Indians who really keep everything from pots to biscuits, from condoms to international phone cards ...
Off the U.S. walked into this kind of tobacco shop to discover with horror that they had Philip Morris. Strange, it was pretty well stocked and Philip Morris that we are everywhere ... salt anxiety change ... no matter the brand, though short, ultra light to my Philip was there a lot affectionate. Let 's see who are the least expensive ... Marlboro over £ 5 and all other idem ... ah, no wait, here it is, there is a package for £ 2.60 ... sin is to be 10! ! The panic I
freezes the blood and the legs begin to give ... a single thought in mind: either smoke or eat. The situation is tragic, but I try to force me and I go head-to proclaiming my disbelief for that boyfriend that if the price of cigarettes may keep.
The thought of not having cigarettes on the stock market makes me feel bad and above all makes me want to smoke, it is difficult to understand for someone who has never smoked, however it now admit it is pure folly.
the evening we stopped to eat at a local Latin American where are free salsa lessons and of course where you can smoke ... I can not resist a Marlboro Light and latch to a type that would have done without offering it must be regarded as having paid. While I'm thinking that the lights do not scroccherò never a cigarette, it is one thing I always hated to do, so this is really the last. I taste the way down, among other things it is a cigarette heavier than those that are already being used to smoke and nicotine withdrawal in several hours is especially nice.
I quit smoking
The first days were the worst because I thought all the time, or better each time I would have turned a ... ok, all the time!
Slowly I'm getting used to and if it were not for my flatmate who smokes Viola, maybe we do not even think about it after dinner or after the coffee. Maybe.
When I get the urge, however, I think of those who, for my sake I have repeated to exhaustion to quit, what would be proud of me and happy to be in my company without having to bear the smoke of my cigarette. ..
... shame that in this moment I only find 300 thousand miles away from them ...
soon
Jenny - The EX Smoker
