I’ve saved about $15 from not smoking 33 sticks since calling it quits.

I felt my tastebuds are working again today. I had my usual hainanese curry rice for dinner and I could make out that the curry that’s the auntie has been serving me for years, is fish curry. How nice.

Apparently, after 48 hours the sense of smell also starts returning to normal. No wonder Angels farts smell deadlier tonight.

Day 3. Bring it on!

It’s been almost 27 hours since I had my last cigarette. 27 hours and counting…

Yes, for the third time in my life, I’m going to quit smoking.

The first time I did well, was clean for more than a year. The second I lasted a few weeks. This Sunday, I turn 30 which, if my memory serves me well, means I would have smoked one-third of my life away.

It’s time to live the rest of my life free from the chains of the cancer stick.

Anyway, today was quite hard. And I think one of the hardest thing about quitting is dealing with the routine. Besides fighting the urge, I’ll have to change your lifestyle.

Every morning in the office, I’ll make my coffee then head out to the balcony for a smoke. This morning, I went straight back to my desk. One of the many touchpoints I need to alter.

I was tempted so many times today. There’s always this little voice that whispers, “just one won’t kill you.”

I just keep reminding myself that once I take another puff, all the past hours would have been wasted.

Every hour, I just keep telling myself, “one more hour. Just one more.”

More tomorrow as I keep trying.

(oh, blogged from my iPhone.)