I am nine days into my new life as an ex-smoker and strange things are happening.
I walked home from work yesterday.
I did it because it was part of the challenge but I think that I would have done it anyway.
My brain was so fried and I was so frustrated that I needed to walk it off.
I arrived home about an hour and a half later,
less stressed, full of the joys of spring and determined to sort out these little issues that I'm having once and for all.
James arrived home pretty soon after me and we did the usual dinner, catch-up things.
We recorded pointless and settled down to watch it around 6. Apparently I made it to round two before I feel asleep. He managed to manoeuver me to my bed around midnight, I woke up briefly at 6 to have a chat with him before he went to work and then I slept again until 11. That is 17 hours (give or take twenty minutes) sleep. Amazing.
I feel super after it.
My mind has cleared, my lungs don't feel so heavy. It is great.
My sinus' are still giving me grief but that is about it.
One thing is for sure. I don't want to do this again.
Here are some pictures from my stroll home...