Elizabeth Kubler-Ross' five stages of grief apply remarkably well to my recent loss of Smoking. Here's how it's been for me:
Denial that I needed to quit just yet at all. (thanks, mystical understanding of the human body)
Bargaining that I'd quit tomorrow, or cut down to a limited amount. (thanks, vast powers of rationalization)
Accepting that I had to quit. (thanks, Great Uncle Don)
Depressed about how much it sucks to not smoke. (thanks a lot, past self)
Angry at people at the drop of a hat because I don't smoke. (sorry, friends)
Friday, June 13, 2008
DABDA
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not smoking,
tragedy
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2 comments:
You just Dr. Philled yourself.
Two months is about when you'll have moved on, I expect. You're doing great.
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