Dee Savoy

Two nights ago I had to take my son downtown to the city for an interview for a summer program that might net him a trip abroad for a couple of weeks. For those of you who know Manhattan, there’s an East side a West side and a Central Park in the middle of the two if you happen to be between 59th and 110th Streets. We were off to the 63rd St. Y, which happens to be (just barely) on the West side. The subway near our house travels down the East side.

Needless to say, when we got off the train at East 59th Street we had to traverse the length of the park. Remembered the part was there–forgot how long a walk it was even at that point. Here’s the great thing–I chugged along with my son at a decent clip for the twenty-five minutes it took us to walk across WITHOUT GETTING WINDED!!! I would have had to stop at least twice had I still been smoking. So the benefits are starting to show. WHOOPPEE!!

So somebody please tell me why I had this crazy dream about smoking that night.

It’s been 22 days now without my stogies. I can’t believe that. When I started this, I didn’t think I’d last twenty two hours much less the same number of days. Nobody pinch me, cause this is one dream I’d like to sleep in for.

There is one thing I was naive about, however. I remember thinking that if I did (or didn’t) do a thing for 21 days, it became a habit. Who was it who told me that nonsense? I still have some mighty powerful cravings–none I intend to give in to–especially since my daughter had a nightmare last night that I’d gone back to smoking. She better love me when I’m old, I’ll tell you that much.

Anyhoo, off to more non-smoking and getting ready for RSJ!

All the best,
Dee

Can you tell I’m cranky today? LOL (read the post below if you don’t get the joke). Today is proving, for some unknown reason, to be a hard day. I just need to take some deep breaths, listen to my relaxation tape again and raid the pantry for some chocolate. Besides, 24 is on tonight. Something to look forward to. Yippee!!

I read something the other day that I’m going to put up on my computer–be unnecessarily kind to everyone you meet since everyone is going through their own struggle. Or something like that. I have to find it again to know the exact words, but it’s a good sentiment to follow.

Hoping all is well with all of you out there.

All the best,
Dee

It’s day three without cigarettes for me here. Oddly enough, I have no craving for nicotine, or at least nothing I recognize as nicotine related. I’ve given up the Cinnamon Toast Crunch for Starlite mints so at least I’m not in immediate danger of exploding weight-wise. However, there’s a little niggling voice in the back of my head that keeps reminding me that now would be a great time for a cigarette. Come on, you know you want one. What harm can one cigarette do? Blah, blah. I’m not listening to that little voice, but it sounds like the voice of my internal editor, my constant tormentor. I learned to turn that off (visualization of strangulation helps) and I’ll turn this off, too. Forgive me if I’m a little cranky in the meanwhile.