I jumped in the car after work at around 5:30pm, the usual thought goes through my mind… “hmm… what can I do when I get home?… beer? NO… Ciggie? NO…” I actually felt lost! When I got home I went and let schnitzel inside, then what? I didn’t know what to do. Schnitzel had heaps of energy I had a heap of podcasts on my iphone that I haven’t had time to listen to yet (been drinking and smoking!!).
I grabbed my headphones, the little man’s lead, my walking shoes, a pocket full of determination; out the door I flew arms flying around like I’m in the Beijing Olympics trying not to get disqualified from the powerwalking final - I got to about halfway down the block before I realised how unfit I have become. Sweating, puffing and snorting, it wasn’t pretty, I’m just glad there’s no hotties around to see this mess!
I managed about an hour and a bit, it wasn’t too bad, Schnitty got disqualified a few times he still didn’t slow down.
Now I’m home… there’s nothing to do! usually I’d grab a beer from the fridge and head out to play some darts by myself.
My withdrawals are killing me, my mind is racing, my tolerance level is non-existent, I feel like the guy in Train-spotting, I’m just waiting for the baby to start crawling across the ceiling…
I think I’m going to get some nicotine patches tomorrow. I don’t feel like a drink though, so that’s one big gold star.
I just messaged Kylie and told her that I’m struggling, she told me it’ll make me a stronger person. That’s just the incentive I needed.
Kylie just called, her 7pm appointment didn’t show. That’s great, that means I can start tea and keep my mind occupied. I need a coffee.