It was a great idea at the time.
I would clean myself up and quit smoking
Woke up and made the declaration,
Based on feeling mildly unmotivated to have a cigarette
That I would no longer have another.
I was vindicated. Free!
No more out of breath running up the stairs!
I will get off the couch and get myself in shape.
Run a mile or two.
An Hour later
Theres a few left over in the pack
Just one to cut the edge
What point am I trying to improve?
Who am I trying to impress?
I don't feel any better now than I did when I was a smoker
This is all futile anyway.
Eh. Who am I kidding.
Its painful. And it sucks.
But its only been one day.