So that's it. The nicotine is all gone from my body. I decided a few days ago that the whole quenching-my-craving-with-a-dose-of-nicotine plan was probably helpful at the beginning, but now it's just keeping me hooked to nicotine via the inhaler. So I stopped and have gritted my teeth the last couple days. Anyway, it's true what they say, when you're really ready it's not that bad. It's hard of course, but the mental approach can lessen the severity. It's really the difference between, "Hey, those guys over there are so lucky, they get to smoke," and, "Poor them, they have to feed that addiction every hour of every day." A mental trick? Perhaps, but who cares as long as it gets you there. Placebos work, just that fact alone tells you how powerful the mind is.
As for side effects, I have indeed put on some poundage. I've reclaimed the blubber that I lost when I was sick a while back. I don't mind. It's like reclaiming part of myself, a kind of reverse battle scar. And anyway, fat feels good in bed.
It's Monday, so I should probably do the big walk. It's five hours. You know, mail carriers (wrote men, had to think hard to find appropriate non sexist term) probably do that every single day. I think I'd quite enjoy being a mail carrier. They even get to wear their ipods up here. (or simply wear without the "get to", I don't really know)
I don't know how to finish this post even though it feels done. Plus I've got poop at the door clamoring for liberation. Type at you all later...