Getting very close...inch by inch.
I can feel my body telling me that smoking time is drawing to a close. Just about there. It's one of those things where the action no longer serves it's purpose, so it's likely to change soon.
Along with that, I have a strong desire to run a marathon.
HA! Had you going for a second there, didn't I? So NOT running a marathon...
But here's the thing...new job, new body. Can't help it, it's just happening. At my old job, I was at my desk a lot. At my new job, I'm at my desk.....MORE.
I mean, "Crap".
Every inch of my body can feel the "sitting around", because we're not terribly busy at the moment, so we quite literally Sit Around. A Lot. I'm all crinked up like a ball of paper. and my Everything hurts. On my breaks, I crave movement much more than nicotine. (Listen to your bodies, people...I think that a lot of people who have aches and pains a lot of the time, have them because of lack of movement. There are things for which you take a pill, and things for which you take a walk. I'm just sayin'.).
So, I might accidentally quit smoking. If I keep replacing my lunch time with a stroll around the parking ramp, it could happen. I mean....you know...don't carve that in stone or anything...