So yesterday I cheated again and had 2. Today I was determined to stick to 1.
Another of my resolutions was to try to get back into shape, so this evening I finally bullied myself into jogging, by dangling the idea of a second cigarette in front of myself.
Because you know, if I went jogging, I'd earned it, right?
Well, the jog wasn't great, but I hadn't slipped anywhere near as much as I expected to have slipped, and it made my lungs weigh me down like concrete slabs. It actually killed my craving because anything that makes me feel like this from some moderate exercise isn't worth it, and because jogging made me feel good.
I'm going to go do some situps.