This is my 18th smoke/nicotine-free day. I attempted at a few puffs some nights ago and found the taste dreadful, making me wonder how I ever got started in the first place. I became a regular smoker in 1994, graduating to pack-a-day status soon after the start of the new millennium.
The first week after quitting was easier to get through since my attention was focused on the pain at my side. The second week was tough with the cravings becoming more persistent, though eating and sleeping seemed to be good substitutes. This week, the third, has been okay, save for the occasional wooziness I feel. The doctor says I can start a cardio routine, which I suppose can reverse this sluggishness. But the weight training won't happen until around March or April. I miss the gym.
Apart from the obvious health benefits, I look forward to saving an additional Php7,500+ a year. Those cigarette packs can add up.
My diet is back to normal with no restrictions, though I'm being more careful about the sudden excesses. Yesterday, I downed two marshmallow-topped chocolate glazed doughnuts along with strawberry-coated biscuits--not a good move. But overall, I've been eating smaller and more frequent meals, and staving off the fastfood. The challenge has been finding places to eat.
Anyway, my birthday is fast approaching. I expect to be pleasantly surprised.