It's been two days and I almost cracked yesterday afternoon. However, I refuse to go back now. So I just sat with my frustrations and chewed a piece of gum down to nothing.
After I got home from work I couldn't sit still without thinking about it. I even did yard work. Me. Yard work. What?
This is good though. I'm feeling better this morning. I even woke up a little early and did some stretches I learned in my dance class a long time ago. If I keep that up, it may help the way my back feels at the end of an eight hour day at my desk.
My true test will be this weekend at the bar. A beer in my left hand and an empty right hand where normally a cigarette is permanently placed. Maybe I will just double fist it?
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