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Im 42 and Ive smoked since I was 13. Not good hey.
I love a beer and a shot and a wine and coffee, they all go hand in hand but time is ticking, so is my pulse.
Im reading Allen Carr's book and it is very enlightening. This guy smoked 100 cigs a day and the, just stopped and enjoyed every minute. He writes in the book that many people fear finishing the book because thats when its meant to happen... I dont know yet if he reveals some secret mind control thing at the end, but he says during the book not give up yet, please keep smoking even while reading.
The thing that gets me is it doesnt give anything, tobacco that is. It doesnt get you high, it does absolutely nothing.
Im halfway through the book and do fear a little bit of ending it. Its the FEAR of having a drink at the end of the day, and changing a habit that I am so used to. and that habit is a cig in hand. I fear its not possible to enjoy the drink, or the occasion. Its all about habit. I wont die if i quit, I know that, but shit this is one nasty chemical and the companies that peddle it are just as bad as a heroin dealer outside Frankston station... but at least that heroin, I think, must give something.
Tobacco doesnt.
I love a beer and a shot and a wine and coffee, they all go hand in hand but time is ticking, so is my pulse.
Im reading Allen Carr's book and it is very enlightening. This guy smoked 100 cigs a day and the, just stopped and enjoyed every minute. He writes in the book that many people fear finishing the book because thats when its meant to happen... I dont know yet if he reveals some secret mind control thing at the end, but he says during the book not give up yet, please keep smoking even while reading.
The thing that gets me is it doesnt give anything, tobacco that is. It doesnt get you high, it does absolutely nothing.
Im halfway through the book and do fear a little bit of ending it. Its the FEAR of having a drink at the end of the day, and changing a habit that I am so used to. and that habit is a cig in hand. I fear its not possible to enjoy the drink, or the occasion. Its all about habit. I wont die if i quit, I know that, but shit this is one nasty chemical and the companies that peddle it are just as bad as a heroin dealer outside Frankston station... but at least that heroin, I think, must give something.
Tobacco doesnt.







