So far…so good. I don’t particularily feel any different than I normally do. I woke up this morning and had a “breakfast shake” I concocted of various things I picked up at the local “good food” supermarket.

I didn’t smoke, and didn’t get a Rockstar (my energy drink/soda weapon of choice).

The day was fine…I drank a tremendous amount of water and fought off a bit of a headache. There were several times where I wanted to smoke but attempted to keep myself busy. I admit I got pretty ansy towards the end of the day and bailed out of work early…and by the time I got home I was tired and a bit out of it…so I took a nap.

I woke up when my dad came home, ran some errands for him and am getting ready to cook some dinner. I’m going with “house” made pasta (known normal ingredients), seared sea scallops (wild caught)…an “organic” sauce (butter, flour, milk, parm cheese and sprinkling of chives and lemon juice)…and a simple baby green salad. Thank god for Andronico’s…they are making this much easier.
I feel good…pretty much. I’ve got this building up conversation going on inside my body currently. Here is a small transcript…

Body: “Boy, I’d sure like a cig right now”

Brain: “Sorry but no…we aren’t doing that for a while”

Body: “That’s cool. Hey, let’s grab a soda”

Brain: “Well…that’s off the list too…”

Body: “No worries. How about a cig instead?”

Brain: “Uh, can’t do”

Body: “Hey…I can deal with that. I’d love some McDonald fries…something along those lines”

Brain: “Sorry but no”

Body: “It’s cool it’s cool. But I’d love a soda”

Brain: “Sigh…no can do…”

And on and on. It’s not like I’m freaking out, or that Body is rebelling…throwing a temper tantrum…threatening or crying…it’s just sort of…politely insisting at this point. It’s managable but mildly aggrevating. I’m worried about that aggrevation growing.

But for now…hey, it’s cool.