Resolutions, resolutions, resolutions
Why oh why do we stress ourselves and bust a gut to try and start new things a fresh coz’ the calendar says January 1st.
The only new year’s resolution I’ve managed to honour religiously was to stop smoking 5 years ago. A lot of people ask me how I managed and what motivated me to stop inhaling the ‘ol coffin nail. It had nothing to do with my health or the fact that it was anti-social. It was just bloody expensive to be a smoker in the UK.
Come to think of it, not smoking at least 20 fags a day for the last 5 years has saved me at least £9,500. Now that is something I can be proud of….Don’t ask me what I did with the money though – I’m hoping it was something less expensive than smoking. WOW! It’s been 5 years – and to think of those dreaded days and nights suffering withdrawal from my mad decision of quitting cold turkey – now that was stupid – but it worked. I don’t want to ever feel like that ever again.
I’m going to try an “I’ll quit smoking” type of resolution as of tomorrow. And No! I’m not giving up sex.
