I'm just having to laugh at myself this morning. I'm trying to do some tedious financial reports for my and my husband's business, and I'm like an ADHD kid. I can't concentrate. I mean, REALLY can't concentrate. My brain is like mush one minute, and then it's flitting off to something other than these numbers the next. One minute it lies there like it's dead, and the next it's alive again, so alive that I can't hold it steady on one thing.
I'm laughing bitterly, of course, because I know I'm in this state because I've been poisoning myself for, oh, fifteen of the last twenty years. And because these reports have to get done, so it's either laugh or scream in frustration. I've allowed myself all day to do them, so I [i]have[/i] allowed for the extra time I'm going to need. It's just so hard to adjust to this new life without a functional brain!
My quit is now over a month old -- hurray! But the adjustment to our new, healthier lives can sure be a bumpy one, can't it? I'd take this over the alternative -- still smoking -- any day, but I just have to laugh at myself.
Fear Less
[i]Love isn't the opposite of hate. It's the opposite of fear.[/i]
[B]My Milage:[/B]
[B]My Quit Date: [/B] 4/27/2006
[B]Smoke-Free Days:[/B] 35
[B]Cigarettes Not Smoked:[/B] 532
[B]Amount Saved:[/B] $105
[B]Life Gained:[/B]
[B]Days:[/B] 2 [B]Hrs:[/B] 23 [B]Mins:[/B] 36 [B]Seconds:[/B] 49
