Post by Ann on Nov 3, 2005 10:03:13 GMT -5
I love Hell Week. No sarcasm, no gleeful arrifmations. This is truly great! Let me tell you what I mean:
Get a few hours in and you're suddenly an Airhead. Ok, so if you operate heavy machinery or perform surgery, it's not such a great thing. Otherwise, it's a blast! We usually pay good money to feel this way, then feel crappy the next morning.
Sure, sometimes there's some pain. My lungs feel like they're torn or something. But our bodies are wonderful things. Pain releases endorphins. Woo Hoo...another free high!
Maybe I'm on an emotional roller coaster. The hills are a blast-there's this stupid grin I just can't get rid of. The dips are a bother, but the good part is I'm carrying this cool "I'm quittin' get-out-of-jail-free card. Snap at somebody? "Sorry, I'm quitting" and all is square. Hell, they probably deserve it anyway. Feel melancholy, missing the dirty little buggers? It's not you-it's the Nicodemon playing tricks on you. Even if the downs are worse than that, at least they're interesting. Beats the boring hum of emotions dulled by Nic.
The clock is doing really funky things. Stare out the window, read a bood, take a nap, get a snack - let's see, that all took about three minutes. Been drinking a lot of water, so I gotta go - that took three hours. If I stare at it long enough, I'm going to catch it hopping back and forth. Really! where's that camcorder!
Don't need to schedule time for exercise - I'm multi-tasking it with bed time. As long as I don't let it frustrate me, all is good. And talk about dreams! To heck with $8 at the multiplex - I've got better shows here. And some of them, well they don't show that kind of movie around here. I've slept less and feel more awake than I have in years.
Working on day three, and already I've got a resting heart rate like the drum on one of those viking ships in the movies. Can't wait to get some real exercise going.
Nobody I'm aware of is filming, but I'm hilarious to watch. Just went to get a cup of ice for my soda. Got it, went to the sink to fill it with water, headed back to the office. Halfway back, realize I didn't want the water. Turn around, dump in the sink, get more ice, get more water, head back to the office...dang, still not right. Back to the kitchen, back to the sink, dump it, get more ice, back to the sink...NO...dont want water. Halfway back to my office, try to take a sup of ice. Dang, turn around, you forgot the w...No, it's OK, you didn't want the water...or did you? Back to the office. Now, where is that soda? Oh yeah, left it in the refrigerator. Bad quits, this annoys the heck out of me. Good quits, I'm my own entertainment.
I can't concentrate on crap, except that I'm not smoking. But if I really think about it, I never could concentrate on anything, except when I was going to get my next smoke worked in. So it's nothing to complain about really, especially since this way it has a positive outcome.
At my core, I'm a horribly conflicted human being. I like nothing more than success, but I'm one of the laziest folks you'd ever care to meet. This is the only spot in creation where success is determined by DOING NOTHING! Yippee! I'm a shoe-in! When are they making the Quit an Olympic Sport?
The thing that scares me-sooner or later, things will go back to normal, there wont be this uniquemess around. During Hell Week, there's always something there to remind me not to smoke.
I love Hell Week, really!
found on Quitnet
Get a few hours in and you're suddenly an Airhead. Ok, so if you operate heavy machinery or perform surgery, it's not such a great thing. Otherwise, it's a blast! We usually pay good money to feel this way, then feel crappy the next morning.
Sure, sometimes there's some pain. My lungs feel like they're torn or something. But our bodies are wonderful things. Pain releases endorphins. Woo Hoo...another free high!
Maybe I'm on an emotional roller coaster. The hills are a blast-there's this stupid grin I just can't get rid of. The dips are a bother, but the good part is I'm carrying this cool "I'm quittin' get-out-of-jail-free card. Snap at somebody? "Sorry, I'm quitting" and all is square. Hell, they probably deserve it anyway. Feel melancholy, missing the dirty little buggers? It's not you-it's the Nicodemon playing tricks on you. Even if the downs are worse than that, at least they're interesting. Beats the boring hum of emotions dulled by Nic.
The clock is doing really funky things. Stare out the window, read a bood, take a nap, get a snack - let's see, that all took about three minutes. Been drinking a lot of water, so I gotta go - that took three hours. If I stare at it long enough, I'm going to catch it hopping back and forth. Really! where's that camcorder!
Don't need to schedule time for exercise - I'm multi-tasking it with bed time. As long as I don't let it frustrate me, all is good. And talk about dreams! To heck with $8 at the multiplex - I've got better shows here. And some of them, well they don't show that kind of movie around here. I've slept less and feel more awake than I have in years.
Working on day three, and already I've got a resting heart rate like the drum on one of those viking ships in the movies. Can't wait to get some real exercise going.
Nobody I'm aware of is filming, but I'm hilarious to watch. Just went to get a cup of ice for my soda. Got it, went to the sink to fill it with water, headed back to the office. Halfway back, realize I didn't want the water. Turn around, dump in the sink, get more ice, get more water, head back to the office...dang, still not right. Back to the kitchen, back to the sink, dump it, get more ice, back to the sink...NO...dont want water. Halfway back to my office, try to take a sup of ice. Dang, turn around, you forgot the w...No, it's OK, you didn't want the water...or did you? Back to the office. Now, where is that soda? Oh yeah, left it in the refrigerator. Bad quits, this annoys the heck out of me. Good quits, I'm my own entertainment.
I can't concentrate on crap, except that I'm not smoking. But if I really think about it, I never could concentrate on anything, except when I was going to get my next smoke worked in. So it's nothing to complain about really, especially since this way it has a positive outcome.
At my core, I'm a horribly conflicted human being. I like nothing more than success, but I'm one of the laziest folks you'd ever care to meet. This is the only spot in creation where success is determined by DOING NOTHING! Yippee! I'm a shoe-in! When are they making the Quit an Olympic Sport?
The thing that scares me-sooner or later, things will go back to normal, there wont be this uniquemess around. During Hell Week, there's always something there to remind me not to smoke.
I love Hell Week, really!
found on Quitnet