Everything is going well, who cares about cigarettes, not me.. I have lived through the worst of it...
I made it to the summit and I have conquered the tobacco habit I know I can never smoke again and I'm good with that. I have found other ways to compensate and they work.
I'm fat... I was walking through town and saw myself in the glass of little shop. I looked like I swallowed a balloon. WTF? It's only 10 weeks and 10 pounds later. This is my nightmare. Fat associated with the cessation of smoking. One of my favorite rationals to start up. " I can have lung cancer or diabetes" The choice is mine.
I don't even eat so much. Really I swear it. It's not bad food or fast food, or frequent food. It just sneaked on me, the fat and I know if I don't get it off right now, it will become me. I can't say I was ever slim, but I had the opposite of a distorted body image. I always thought upon looking in the mirror "I ain't so bad, not bad at all" Now, not so much. The button on my jeans is straining to pop, the muffin top is growing to a point where the muffin looks like one of the great big expensive muffins at the airport that cost big bucks.
I don't want to hear about special diets, I don't want anyone to tell me this fat is worth the quit. I want it gone and I want it gone today. I know, spoiled addictive behavior, I don't care, someone tell me something to make me feel better. And make this fat go away