<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2249449548391494753</id><updated>2012-02-16T17:06:54.425-05:00</updated><title type='text'>it was a matter of miserable time</title><subtitle type='html'>This is a blog about quitting smoking.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eatssspam.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2249449548391494753/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eatssspam.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17649954273487627244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ukkc6qk_D7o/S4FR8mRYIyI/AAAAAAAAABI/hzPGQ26zTO8/s1600-R/20262_501711570462_895000462_11288453_6398149_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>6</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2249449548391494753.post-2539899037925220678</id><published>2010-03-08T12:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T12:53:54.011-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kyyeir95KI1qazawjo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where did I go? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing I can say is that I smoked.&amp;nbsp; I did, and I regret it.&amp;nbsp; But, at the same time, I realize that everyone has their own ways of quitting.&amp;nbsp; It took me awhile to find the words to say here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cold turkey was driving me crazy.&amp;nbsp; And, I felt even worse if I smoked.&amp;nbsp; I know there is more to quitting than just stopping.&amp;nbsp; I've had to teach myself to say "no" when offered, I've had to teach myself to deal with a craving instead of just giving in, I've had to avoid situations where smoking is a habit...&amp;nbsp; Most importantly though, I've had to learn that smoking doesn't define who I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always thought smoking cigarettes was part of me.&amp;nbsp; My parents both smoke, my favorite people smoke, I loved the smell of it, I loved how I felt/looked...&amp;nbsp; Even so, those feelings varied between the good (i.e. the thoughts I just listed) and the bad (the smell, it looks unattractive, it's unhealthy, it's addictive, it's expensive, I was setting a bad example...).&amp;nbsp; Maybe this sounds ridiculous, but the one emotion I have the hardest time overcoming is the image in my head.&amp;nbsp; It is classic, feminine, sophisticated, lovely, musked, bitter, attractive, intelligent, sexy...&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Smoking cigarettes is not analagous to these things!&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, you know as well as I&amp;nbsp;that smoking makes you look like shit, smell like shit and sound like shit.&amp;nbsp; So, why the hell can't I overcome this one last remaining bit of my addiction?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give me some feedback.&amp;nbsp; What is your honest opinion about smoking and people who smoke?&amp;nbsp; Also, do you feel differently about smoking when you see a young, handsome person (above) versus some nasty hag at the Ram's Horn?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2249449548391494753-2539899037925220678?l=eatssspam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eatssspam.blogspot.com/feeds/2539899037925220678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eatssspam.blogspot.com/2010/03/where-did-i-go-only-thing-i-can-say-is.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2249449548391494753/posts/default/2539899037925220678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2249449548391494753/posts/default/2539899037925220678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eatssspam.blogspot.com/2010/03/where-did-i-go-only-thing-i-can-say-is.html' title=''/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17649954273487627244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ukkc6qk_D7o/S4FR8mRYIyI/AAAAAAAAABI/hzPGQ26zTO8/s1600-R/20262_501711570462_895000462_11288453_6398149_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2249449548391494753.post-7779221645980995835</id><published>2010-02-24T22:10:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T22:11:00.538-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Four</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;object height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/M7QSkI6My1g&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/M7QSkI6My1g&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;I miss the feeling of being a badass.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, &amp;nbsp;I thought the days would be getting easier, but alas! &amp;nbsp;They are not!&lt;br /&gt;My cravings are becoming more sporadic; however, they are more intense. &amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;Let me try to explain to you what I go through.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, something triggers my craving. &amp;nbsp;For example, a picture of someone enjoying &amp;nbsp;a cancer stick. &amp;nbsp;Then, I begin to think about that beautiful thing hitting my lips, lighting that magic wand and inhaling the smooth, sweet serenity. Oh god, this is when I go into shock mode. &amp;nbsp;My whole body just aches for it. &amp;nbsp;Obviously, my rational brain goes, "NO! &amp;nbsp;YOU CAN'T HAVE ONE!" and tries to rationalize that smoking, even a small amount, will mean defeat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, as you know, the irrational Sam knows this cannot do. &amp;nbsp;She has an intimate love affair with Marlboro 27's. Her unconscious takes over and tries to negotiate and convince the other side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This could go on for minutes, hours... But, in the end, I'm left exhausted and defeated. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm getting sick from withdrawing. &amp;nbsp;I'm starting to feel pretty rundown and tired all the time. &amp;nbsp;But! &amp;nbsp;I did get the courage to get into the gym today. &amp;nbsp;Although, I left feeling worse than I did going in. &amp;nbsp;I am reminding myself it'll get better soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2249449548391494753-7779221645980995835?l=eatssspam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eatssspam.blogspot.com/feeds/7779221645980995835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eatssspam.blogspot.com/2010/02/day-four.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2249449548391494753/posts/default/7779221645980995835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2249449548391494753/posts/default/7779221645980995835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eatssspam.blogspot.com/2010/02/day-four.html' title='Day Four'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17649954273487627244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ukkc6qk_D7o/S4FR8mRYIyI/AAAAAAAAABI/hzPGQ26zTO8/s1600-R/20262_501711570462_895000462_11288453_6398149_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2249449548391494753.post-4246981796434966264</id><published>2010-02-23T19:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T19:00:59.877-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Tree</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kybggrVVq81qagkhko1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;JUST SOME FOOD FOR THOUGHT:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is definitely this lovely stigma behind smoking. &amp;nbsp;That it is for delinquents, people who don't give a fuck about their well-being or that of others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't lie. &amp;nbsp;I feel that way too often. &amp;nbsp;Like in one of my prior posts, I said that I didn't have a good enough reason to quit. &amp;nbsp;I realized I was coping with my stress and loneliness in the most ignorant way possible. &amp;nbsp; But, misery loves company and I seem to find more friendly people when I smoke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to share with my readers a text I&amp;nbsp;received&amp;nbsp;from a really new/supportive friend when I told him I was having trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;"You will. &amp;nbsp;Even a few moments of weakness don't mean total failure. &amp;nbsp;You can do it."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;DAILY DEBRIEFING:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was really tough for me. &amp;nbsp;I am really exhausted and run down. &amp;nbsp;All I want is a fucking cigarette. &amp;nbsp;I feel like I'm going crazy. &amp;nbsp;This addiction is just got &lt;b&gt;writhing&lt;/b&gt; inside me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep trying to remind myself that the feeling will pass eventually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll tell you what though, I feel significantly healthier. &amp;nbsp;No weird aches/pains. &amp;nbsp;No chest tightness. &amp;nbsp;No light headedness. &amp;nbsp;I'm not short of breath. &amp;nbsp;I don't smell weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could use some more encouragement, though. &amp;nbsp;Feel free to leave me some on my formspring.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2249449548391494753-4246981796434966264?l=eatssspam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eatssspam.blogspot.com/feeds/4246981796434966264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eatssspam.blogspot.com/2010/02/day-tree.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2249449548391494753/posts/default/4246981796434966264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2249449548391494753/posts/default/4246981796434966264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eatssspam.blogspot.com/2010/02/day-tree.html' title='Day Tree'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17649954273487627244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ukkc6qk_D7o/S4FR8mRYIyI/AAAAAAAAABI/hzPGQ26zTO8/s1600-R/20262_501711570462_895000462_11288453_6398149_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2249449548391494753.post-5414863540039960785</id><published>2010-02-23T18:48:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T19:03:36.909-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Two</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kyaxauN7bq1qabxgro1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Sorry about the late notice. &amp;nbsp;I had an update but I didn't save it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Anyways, my update for yesterday was that I was not feel up to speed but I wasn't craving anything. &amp;nbsp;I kept my distance from anything that made me want one, including people. &amp;nbsp;I smoked a TINY bit of hookah, but I didn't even want that.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;I spoke with one of my roommates about how I felt about my nicotine abuse. &amp;nbsp;That I feel like I am more likely now to pick it back up years from now. &amp;nbsp;It's like drinking or having sex. &amp;nbsp;If you never do it by the time you're 30, it's not likely that you ever will. &amp;nbsp;This shit is a fucking gateway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do you have anything you feel are addicted to, even if it isn't a drug?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.formspring.me/sburgess"&gt;http://www.formspring.me/sburgess&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2249449548391494753-5414863540039960785?l=eatssspam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eatssspam.blogspot.com/feeds/5414863540039960785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eatssspam.blogspot.com/2010/02/day-two.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2249449548391494753/posts/default/5414863540039960785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2249449548391494753/posts/default/5414863540039960785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eatssspam.blogspot.com/2010/02/day-two.html' title='Day Two'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17649954273487627244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ukkc6qk_D7o/S4FR8mRYIyI/AAAAAAAAABI/hzPGQ26zTO8/s1600-R/20262_501711570462_895000462_11288453_6398149_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2249449548391494753.post-757465720978411931</id><published>2010-02-21T21:59:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T22:03:09.215-05:00</updated><title type='text'>day uno</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;div class="t8" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;Something for you to sit and toke on:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="t8" style="color: #003366; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="t8" style="color: #003366; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="t8" style="color: #003366; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;When smokers quit -- What are the benefits over time?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;20 minutes after quitting:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Your heart rate and blood pressure drops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;12 hours after quitting:&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;The carbon monoxide level in your blood drops to normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2 weeks to 3 months after quitting:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Your circulation improves and your lung function increases.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 40px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="t8" style="color: #003366; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Immediate rewards of quitting&lt;/div&gt;Kicking the tobacco habit offers some benefits that you'll notice right away and some that will develop over time. These rewards can improve your day-to-day life a great deal:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; list-style-type: square; margin-bottom: 0px;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;your breath smells better&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;stained teeth get whiter&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;bad smelling clothes and hair go away&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;your yellow fingers and fingernails disappear&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;food tastes better&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;your sense of smell returns to normal&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;everyday activities no longer leave you out of breath (such as climbing stairs or light housework)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;My daily debriefing:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I always try to remind myself that I'll feel a lot worse if I smoke. &amp;nbsp;That doesn't seem to have an effect a lot of the time, like at this moment. &amp;nbsp;I don't know about any of you, but it seems like I associate certain actions with smoking. &amp;nbsp;Such as, drinking alcohol, drinking coffee, driving, being at concerts...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Anyways, I'm trying to remind myself if I go out and buy cancer shtix, not only will I be wasting $7.00, but also $3.00 in gas. &amp;nbsp;The minute I light up, my whole car and my clothes, my hair, my lips, my hands will smell like that wonderful smokey aroma. &amp;nbsp;You know, that smell you get a whiff of when the old man in the Carhart jacket stands next to you? &amp;nbsp;Lovely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Then, I'll keep smoking, enjoying the sweet taste of failure until I remember how I'll be hacking a lung at the gym the next day. &amp;nbsp;Then, I'll decide not to go to the gym and continue to eat nothing all day and starve at work. &amp;nbsp;As I get halfway through the cigarette, I'll throw it out deciding that I'm going to quit again... &amp;nbsp;after I plan where I'm going to light up later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2249449548391494753-757465720978411931?l=eatssspam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eatssspam.blogspot.com/feeds/757465720978411931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eatssspam.blogspot.com/2010/02/day-uno.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2249449548391494753/posts/default/757465720978411931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2249449548391494753/posts/default/757465720978411931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eatssspam.blogspot.com/2010/02/day-uno.html' title='day uno'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17649954273487627244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ukkc6qk_D7o/S4FR8mRYIyI/AAAAAAAAABI/hzPGQ26zTO8/s1600-R/20262_501711570462_895000462_11288453_6398149_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2249449548391494753.post-1872821920150482151</id><published>2010-02-21T10:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T11:03:14.645-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Precursor</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ky682fB2Fj1qazzfio1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This is my blog about my journey after quitting smoking cold turkey.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know that most smoker's want to, but have various excuses preventing them.  Mine varied; "I'm addicted", "I like it", "I don't have a good enough reason to quit".  Ultimately, what it came down to was that I wanted to quit these shit sticks eventually.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am scared.  Cancer, emphysema, blood clots, heart disease, death.  It all scares the pants right off of me.  I know that one day I'll die, but at this moment in my life, I don't feel like accelerating it.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But, I think what scares me the most is that even though I am committed to quitting now, what about months, years down the road?  I feel like because I've already had the history, it'll be easier to pick it back up.  I don't want that to be me.  I don't want to have to go through this nonsense again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Please &lt;a href="http://www.formspring.me/sburgess"&gt;ask me questions&lt;/a&gt; if they exist.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2249449548391494753-1872821920150482151?l=eatssspam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eatssspam.blogspot.com/feeds/1872821920150482151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eatssspam.blogspot.com/2010/02/precursor.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2249449548391494753/posts/default/1872821920150482151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2249449548391494753/posts/default/1872821920150482151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eatssspam.blogspot.com/2010/02/precursor.html' title='Precursor'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17649954273487627244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ukkc6qk_D7o/S4FR8mRYIyI/AAAAAAAAABI/hzPGQ26zTO8/s1600-R/20262_501711570462_895000462_11288453_6398149_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
