Completely disappointed in our own Napoleonic plans to defeat a vile habit, my wife and I made the last leap. And if it doesn't work out, we decided, well, his grandmother, we'll have to live with a cigarette, as with an incurable extension of a limb. Statistically, it turned out to live 10-15 years less than everyone else...
By chance, it was at this moment (which is characteristic, next to the ashtray) that one of the publications we have already addressed was discovered. The publication taught how to quit smoking correctly. The publication was rejected two issues earlier because it did not meet our beliefs. And now, after evaluating the results of our own theory of "throwing", we decided that the author is not so divorced from reality, we quickly scrolled through the booklet before starting practical recommendations and took two of them on faith.:
Set a "smoking cessation day" and don't let yourself, your beloved bastard, go down at least in this matter.
Strictly forbid others (colleagues, first of all colleagues!) invite them to smoke with you.
Friday, the traditional "day of deliverance," was unanimously designated the "day of rejection." Because we do not believe in a new life "from Monday", until Monday, whatever happens.
God! What a Friday it was! All day we walked around and nervously hummed through clenched teeth, which we remembered from nowhere, "... they announced to us that war had begun...". The war was brewing and it seemed inevitable, like the collapse of world imperialism: by evening we decided that it would be better for both of us to keep quiet, because it would be stupid to divorce non-smokers, but to kill It's a shame to kill each other. "What they fought for," they say.
For some reason, we remembered that a surgeon we knew, when he quit smoking, was forced by his family to "start back", so they got sick of him in his dissatisfied state. And each of us thought, who will force whom first? Or who will be the first to break down...
And, surprisingly, in this impromptu social competition, the first day of the confrontation imperceptibly passed away, and the accumulated work pressed down on the pillow, forcing them to forget about the nicotine ritual of "getting ready for bed."
Over the next two days, there was a slight warming trend in the cold war. The weekend was, without a doubt, ruined beyond repair, but by Monday morning, two of their main objectives had been achieved.:
72 hours without tobacco inhalation: by Monday, even the search reflex for cigarettes had somewhat dulled;
The divorce seems to be postponed for now.
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