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pang..... pang...... pang..........
So what is a pang? A pang is a empty feeling that says you want a smoke. IE: When I turn around into my office, my mind says "have a smoke" because before I became a non-smoker, this would be the time/area I would tell myself to light up a smoke to feed my addiction.
I counted 9 pangs yesterday, 3 of which were from turning into the corner of my office. Two seemed to be serous pangs, which I just dealt with, the other 7 were here and gone in no time....
TMI..... TMI......
I have noticed that I am farting a lot since I quit smoking, there not little farts, the big ole soundtastisk rippers.
"Drags over soap box, looks around, climbs on top"
If I were to describe to you how much better I feel about myself, I would tell you I don't feel ashamed of my self in public places. Even if I didn't have a ciggie in my mouth, I KNEW I stank of smoke. Now I just stink of farts well at least I could lie and said I was working on my sewer system...
I also feel proud of myself for walking away from this whole smoking trap, I felt a burden for years and now am free....
Tomorrow is DW and I's wedding anniversary, one of the few times we go out to eat. The Le Pommier is a bistro that cooks some very top end soul food, soul food meaning down right home cooking. So that is our choice for tomorrow.
So what is a pang? A pang is a empty feeling that says you want a smoke. IE: When I turn around into my office, my mind says "have a smoke" because before I became a non-smoker, this would be the time/area I would tell myself to light up a smoke to feed my addiction.
I counted 9 pangs yesterday, 3 of which were from turning into the corner of my office. Two seemed to be serous pangs, which I just dealt with, the other 7 were here and gone in no time....
TMI..... TMI......
I have noticed that I am farting a lot since I quit smoking, there not little farts, the big ole soundtastisk rippers.
"Drags over soap box, looks around, climbs on top"
If I were to describe to you how much better I feel about myself, I would tell you I don't feel ashamed of my self in public places. Even if I didn't have a ciggie in my mouth, I KNEW I stank of smoke. Now I just stink of farts well at least I could lie and said I was working on my sewer system...
I also feel proud of myself for walking away from this whole smoking trap, I felt a burden for years and now am free....
Tomorrow is DW and I's wedding anniversary, one of the few times we go out to eat. The Le Pommier is a bistro that cooks some very top end soul food, soul food meaning down right home cooking. So that is our choice for tomorrow.