It seems there will always be something that gets us going. Case in point today, I had a scrap with my dad. I needed to borrow his car to go to the pharmacist to get a prescription (oddly enough, it was for my mom, his wife) filled and I said I would be back as soon as humanly possible.
Unbeknownst to him because he has his arrogant fucking useless brain attached to his new flat screen TV, it was snowing outside and as a result, I took a little longer than anticipated coming back home.
He started calling me on my cell and he even left me a very derogatory message. When I got back and gave my mom her meds, I heard the message and I was furious. I went to my place and started punching a punching bag I have set up just for such occassions and swore my head off too.
But STILL I have not smoked.
Rather than let some stupid fucking useless dick head ruin my efforts to quit smoking, I found another outlet for my frustrations. I also sat down and re-wrote my reasons for quitting smoking. Basically, I am maintaining the broken pattern because I want to stay smoke free.
I am reading some posts about people breaking down and giving in to smoking again. If you still intend to quit, don't give up!
You can still do it. Keep trying. Don't ever give up. Break your habitual routines that bring you back to where its too easy to allow temptation to get the better of you. If I can do it, you most certainly can as well.
I gotta get some sleep - come hell or high water, I am going to do some cardio (be it jogging or running) on Sunday afternoon. I will let you know how it goes.
