My old friend, the Marlboro Man, is not visiting me anymore. The countless hours we spent together riding around in my pick up are but smoky memories. Those mornings with our coffee mugs in hand, shivering on the back porch are gone. I am hopeful for the future and the recovery from this addiction and friend I have shouldered (or...lunged?) for twenty eight long years. But there is definately some lamenting of past times lost.
I have very few cravings, actually. I am fine at work. It's a smoke free campus, anyway. At home, I struggle with the normal time frames...after dinner, before bed, when I wake up.
I have changed my coffee habit around to fit into the newer tobacco free me. I just bring my favorite cup with me to work and hold off on that first cup until after 8:00 a.m. I do find myself snacking much more, but I have found ways to curb even that. All in all, it is going well. We shall see. I am pretty obstinant and do not like the idea of something having that much control over me. I will win.
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