Project Lu: Phase two.

Today I begin phase two of Project LU.

I am nearly two weeks off cigarettes and I feel great. Really truly great.

I won't lie. The last two weeks were tough.

I decided that I was going cold turkey.

Well, it was more that I decided that I was going to quit. And just did.

So there was no time for any quitting aids.

Though I'm much happier that I have done it this way.

As a result, I didn't sleep for three nights.

I had a headache for about two days.

I had two days of nausea.

It was awful.

The positives are obvious:

My skin is much better

I'm sleeping better

I have so much more energy.

So much, I ran the other day. I RAN!!!

I ate lots of chocolate and cheese....

oh wait...

That's not a positive, is it?

What a cunning link into phase two...

Phase two is where I cut out the chocolate and cheese and replace them with healthier options.

It does mean that I will be a grumpy bastard for the next week but I have so much going on over the next few days that I will be quite distracted!It is also the phase where I cut out fizzy juice and replace it with water... My skin will be squeaky shiny by Christmas!

I also now have a friend who wants to take dance lessons with me. How super is that?! It seems as though all my plans are falling in to place! I just need to find a golfer who'll take me to the driving range for some pointers!

The next twelve months are going to be life changing. I can feel it in my bones!I have heard it said many times that you can't rush these things. You have to be in the right frame of mind. I guess I am just in the right frame of mind!

I'm looking forward to bringing project LU to life. I hope you enjoy coming along for the ride.

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