I am tired. This is another non stop day which started entirely too early and feels it will end entirely too late. fatigue has certainly set in, but I have a routine now. I wake up and immediately go to the bathroom where my patch is waiting for me. I slap that puppy on and away I go. I dash through my day trying to complete all I need to do on time because today is the first proper day of my cessation group. This might be a good time to mention from where I work the commute is long and rough to get to this group. I know I'm serious about this or totally mad because only the serious or insane would make this commute. I work, I chew gum, I work I chew gum...... my facilitator said that cinnamon gum is really helpful. It actually is, who knew. So my moment comes I slug through that commute, find a parking space in the garage and I meet my group. There are four of us and just as many supports. Its good to be in a group and its good to hear people talk. Not just the people who have successfully quit but the folks like me who are trying to quit. I leave feeling good about myself, happy that I am not alone in my attempts. The group helps me strategize a plan because I will be going to a party over the weekend. I am nervous about staying smoke free but with the facilitator I have a plan and it really helps to know I am coming back next week and will need to report in. So party on figuratively and literally.
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