DECEMBER 26, 2005

Fourteen days as a non-smoker. Two weeks without a cigarette. Not even a single puff. Amazingly, I havent killed anyone, although I have come very close. And I may well off myself if I keep devouring anything and everything that's remotely edible. I swore I wouldnt gain weight when I quit smoking but, god damn it, that was before I discovered Chocolate Lucky Charms. There's nothing lucky or charmed about them. They ought to just call it crack in a box.

But they say gaining a little weight when you quit smoking is normal and that the health benefits of quitting smoking far excede the problems of a few added pounds. But what I'd really like to know is at what point does the weight gain become a greater risk than the smoking was, because I think I'm darn near that point. I no longer walk, I waddle, and I can't help but wonder which is worse - smoking a pack a day or gaining a ton a day.

Argh. They say life eventually starts to feel normal again after you quit smoking. I'm hoping the infamous 'they' are right. In the meantime, though, Ross is prancing around because he wants to hit the after Christmas sales. There is a dvd recorded with his name on it somewhere out there and he's hell bent on finding it today, and it seems that I am also going along since shopping for electronics apparently qualifies as 'quality time' together. Who knew?

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