At least that's what I've heard. I really don't feel good though. I feel like a fat, greasy, disgusting, pig. It's been a week so the mood swings should be over, but they're not. Honestly, I feel like I'm pregnant. I want to do nothing but sleep and cry. I feel like a pansy. I've cheated death, been a single parent, and kicked a tumor's ass. That all seems easier than quitting smoking. Damn you, Nicotine. You might be strong, but I'm gonna kick your ass too.
On the bright side, my lungs feel pretty good. I ran part of a 5k this weekend and I went a whole 3 minutes before my lungs hurt which is 2 minutes and 57.5 seconds longer than when I smoked. So, yay!
You are doing great!! I can't wait to run with you...and both of us will feel NOT like dying!!
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