Monday, July 07, 2008

God, its Me, I want my lungs back. (Fat F**k Versus Himself pt 2).

I went to the gym for the 3rd time in the last week, also the 3rd time in 2008 ... wow. Thanks to my little mean friend, I mean, nice fit friend. I had a 3+ hr. gym visit yesterday that was full of totally awesome. I sh*t you not, I threw up toward the end ... f**king awesome!


When leaving the gym we were discussing healthy living. Leaving the gym, discussing healthy living, the first damned thing I reach for is a cigarette.

Famous last words begin with "I need to quit .."; when in ass crack VA last week I had picked up a carton and decided that that might maybe have the possibility to be the last time I buy smokes.

Lets pause for a moment and do some dumb equations ... (my salary in Q3 2008) = (my salary in Q1, 2008) * (.50) = Ouch. New equation ('a pack an a half a day') = $9.45 or ('pack an a half' a day over a year) = $3450.53. F**k Dude. If you asked me how much I smoked the answer really is "Ehhh, about 3500 bucks a year; not the usual a "Ehhh a pack an a half a day". That is a nice car payment or a nice gym membership and a few massages or even the Verizon and BG&E bill.

Last night I smoked what should be my last cigarette.

I will need help.

I will need people to keep on me.

At this point in my life its plain stupid to pay for something that is draining my money and will painfully kill me with no questions asked.

If anyone wants to they can quit with me and we can support each other.

5lbs down, 30 to go.