project black lung: Day 1
Monday, Aug. 21, 2006 + 11:54 am

Last Thursday, my boss/best friend and I decided to quit smoking together. Start date = today. Came at the nick of time too, because I moved my friend from the Bronx to Queens over the weekend. I was embarrassed by how much wheezing I was doing. I wasn't having muscle problems. I could've run up and down those flights of stairs, over and over again, had I not been completed winded by the time I got to the top. Out of control. Gasping. And not because I'm that out of shape (even though I am, and that no doubt contributed to it). It was because I kept coughing. Couldn't breath. So...enough is enough. I don't want gray skin. I don't want to die. I don't want to smoke anymore.

This site will serve as my quit smoking diary, which experts say helps.

Current status: I could go for one, despite the 21 mg patch on my arm. Am I going to? No. Am I going to be a bitch? Ummm...maybe. But I'll try really hard to control it.

The cravings really do subside after a few minutes. It just sucks when they come back.

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