As of eight days ago, I'm done with smoking. The process of my lungs clearing the 23 years of gunk has been interesting so far. Today's batch of gunk smells strangely similar to the inside of a freshly dismounted tire. It's oddly fitting that I'm spitting this gunk into the ashtray beside my recliner. I figure the grotesque visual should reinforce the effort.
I've been staying busy around the house to stay out of that sedentary trend that has wrecked previous attempts at quitting. Today is a down day after yesterday's activity of throwing the spare Jeep engine around the backyard and making my back angry. Another distraction: I'll be testing for an amateur radio license this coming Saturday. A buddy hooked me up with a 2-meter HT as the proverbial carrot. So ends the ~19 years of procrastination.
Blah, blah, blah and further stream-of-consciousness rambling that is utter nonsense to anyone outside of my skull...
I've been staying busy around the house to stay out of that sedentary trend that has wrecked previous attempts at quitting. Today is a down day after yesterday's activity of throwing the spare Jeep engine around the backyard and making my back angry. Another distraction: I'll be testing for an amateur radio license this coming Saturday. A buddy hooked me up with a 2-meter HT as the proverbial carrot. So ends the ~19 years of procrastination.
Blah, blah, blah and further stream-of-consciousness rambling that is utter nonsense to anyone outside of my skull...