That is the way it is. No two ways about it. For 46 years, cigarettes had been invading my life. My biggest regret ever. I became a sloth because of cigarettes. An excuse to kill time while, in reality, I am killing myself. For every cigarette I smoke, I deduct 15 minutes of life.
Not to mention, loss of time to exercise and to be healthy. I have to fight these vile habits. Cigarettes are the single most reason why I cannot run.
Now I got four packs left. I intend to finish then and quit for good. I do it with OMAD.
Why is it so hard to quit? I am low in dopamine, and cigarettes are giving me the boost. Rightfully I should look for other dopamine boosters, and that is running.
Fuck the medication. I got to stop Seroquel. If not I will die a sloth.
Let's read Allen Carr.
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