Full Boar

I'm learning a lot about myself. Its Day 31, and I've quit the same way I smoked - Full Boar, like a bull at a gate. I was the last of my friends to still smoke, as though I had committed to the lifestyle of a smoker back in the girls' dunnies in High School and I wasn't giving it up easily. Almost like quitting was denying my true inner smoking self.

Having overcome all of that (I hope) quitting time arrives, I use patches for four days. True to my form, NRT was not enough or hard enough for me I switch my quit plan to Cold Turkey - so right or wrong, I ultimately spend first week in some mild physical pain (headaches etc) and a whole truck load of psychological pain. My need/want for nicotine made me feel as though there were ants in my pants, I couldn't relax, sit still or sleep soundly. Like a bull at a gate, I organise a gym membership get good advise and a month long program from a personal trainer - only to want more, "this is not painful enough for me" sort of thinking.

Last Friday I injured myself, upper back and shoulders - weights too heavy, too soon - I can barely lift my arms to write on the board in my classroom. Thankfully, a dear friend suggests a flexibility class or yoga to help limber my muscles a little - so thats tonight ... haha

So if you've read this far, stay tuned for my "amateur to yogi in one short week" trial experience, as I rush head long into a pretzel stance. Uhhh, Will she ever learn?