Sunday morning and there's a cold rain falling. I went to sleep last night with my cigarettes on my nightstand and woke, this morning, to the chilly March weather. Nonetheless, I held that partial pack under the faucet until the were soaked through, drained the excess water and threw them out.
Then I ran for a patch.
Emptied the ashtrays. They're soaking, now. I'll clean them and give them to my brother, most likely. They belonged to our grandfather. I can't throw them out.
After those little chores, I started the coffee and did a minimal set of exercises. Could be that I've smoked too much, it could be the added chemicals in the 'fire safe cigarettes'; but, I was winded quickly. The plan, though, is to do a specific set of exercises when I have the craving, which is sure to come. 10 push-ups, 25 ab crunches, 20 straight puches (with 5lb weights) 20 side punches, 20 straight punches. Gasp. Recover. Continue on with the day. I'll need to fetch some mints or something before long.
And, it begins again.
