Not Smoking RPG
Group meets tonight for more relapse prevention information. The group is shrinking as people fall off the wagon, which is both disheartening, and being a competitive person, also encouraging. Yes, I am that shallow that it feels good to know I made it two weeks when someone else did not…mostly it feels good to know I’ve made it this far, and at times I am still slightly amazed I quit at all. There is no prize at the end for the winners, well, not a cash reward anyway. **wink** There are lots of benefits like, not being totally winded when I make it up the stairs to our apartment, or getting kissed any old time I feel like it, or not continuing to be dependent on something that the people around me find repugnant. There’s the whole, not dying a horrible death thing too, but that’s not guaranteed…

I owe, I owe, I owe…

Piotr to Betsy/Sean/Bishop

Scott to Aviary/Warren/JP? – better check

Bobby to Marco

And probably a bit of a longer LJ opinion thing coming up soon. Something I’m calling “Phat doesn’t stop the Fat.”