Mi sono fatta un regalo, un grande regalo.
Ho smesso di fumare.
Sembra una cosa sciocca ma per me, che scioccamente ho fumato per più di 30 years, just is not.
I can not concentrate and I fragment behind a thousand little things.
I can not concentrate and would be tempted to jump on the food: I do not have, I CAN NOT!
I have read and reread and reread and reread the book by Allen Carr : Obviously that only works if we are already sure you want to stop and we only miss the final push. However, it has the advantage of exposing and immediately make "naked" certain subtle mental mechanisms that addiction has built.
I forgot to Ross, nor Urania, nor Lara ... Forgive me, I need a bit 'of time to regain my rhythm: more was routine ad nauseum, let alone with a reversal of this magnitude! Insomnia, the sense of perpetual hunger, slight weight gain (although I have not succumbed to throat ...), not to talk about something else (I'll finish with laxatives ??????)
But I got a gift, and that Gift: I look at the unopened packet of cigarettes on the shelf in the kitchen and, for once, are proud of me !
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