Day two of my giving up smoking plan. I tried going cold turkey yesterday and failed miserably. After Terry had scraped me down from the ceiling, I decided to take a more subtle approach to my goal. This is called “make it harder to smoke”. I normally have all my paraphernalia; ashtray, papers, rolling machine, filter tips and lighter, sitting on the desk or coffee table. These have now been removed to the furthest point in the room. The logic to this is I shall only smoke when I really feel the need to, rather than out of habit. The other move is to only use my prettiest ashtray and polish it after every use. Small steps, maybe, but I must learn to walk before I run.
There is a hailstorm going on outside, as I write this. The weather forecast made no mention of this possibility. Am I surprised? Not Really. Poached fish and rice for dinner. Not quite as yummy as yesterdays mixed game stroganoff but at least I am trying. Terry and I shall no longer be eating the same meals, as he is a string bean of a man, works hard and needs to keep his strength up. Sigh. I have depressed myself enough, just writing this, but I am sure I shall be thrilled if it works. Pen.