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WITH A BIT OF RUGBY LEAGUE THROWN IN</subtitle><generator version="1.0">MokoFeed</generator><updated>2009-11-07T18:29:09+01:00</updated><entry><id>tag:allsorts.blog.co.uk,2005-06-08:/2005/06/08/todays_the_day/</id><title>TODAYS THE DAY</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://allsorts.blog.co.uk/2005/06/08/todays_the_day/"/><author><name>Wiganchick</name></author><published>2005-06-08T01:24:50+02:00</published><updated>2005-06-08T01:33:42+02:00</updated><content type="html">	&lt;p&gt;TODAYS THE DAY&lt;br&gt;
My last cigarette was at 12.05pm. Almost 12 hours ago. This is the zillionth time I have stopped smoking.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;This time it's for good, this time it feels like my last chance.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;This blog will help me record my feelings as I become a non-smoker, and to deal with and unearth the triggers and beliefs I have about smoking.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;It's the worst and best time to stop. I am starting a new job, going on holiday in 4 and a bit weeks, and my team WRLFC is doing depressingly badly at the moment. If I can get through these stresses, then I can get through anything.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;I have felt fine today. Maybe only 3 or 4 times I have thought about smoking, and that was a fleeting thing. Like "where's my fags" and "oh I've stopped" and that has been the extent of it. I took my kids, J&amp;C for a walk up Rivington after school. The sun was shining, the light was fantastic and we found a small brook that they paddled in whilst I soaked my feet. It was one of those moments, those unplanned events that crystalise in your memory and become the things you daydream about. These are the moments I want in my life. Not the worry about that niggling cough, planning my life around my next smoke, the cost, telling my kids I have cancer and it's my own stupid fault.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;So here goes........12 hours and counting. Money saved £2.00&lt;/p&gt;
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