Abnormal insofar as I have finally stabilized my appetite. For the first many weeks, I could not stop eating, no matter what I ate or how much of it. The wife and I would fill up on sushi, Tom yung goong, and seaweed salad, and yet still find myself cataloguing every edible entity in our house on our short walk home. I helplessly watched my stomach slowly reach over my belt buckle toward my zipper like an eager Calvert Street-walker...Of course, whenever I would think, 'I wish I could just stop being hungry', we all know by now my mind's response...
But, lo and behold, my body seems to have finally readjusted to my lack of nicotine intake. I can finally eat an appropriate amount of food on a reasonable schedule - normally - and my belly has begun to rescind. I'm happy it was unnecessary to increase my general activity level or, even worse, begin an exercise regiment.
Oh yeah, I forgot to mention, I bought a pack of cigs a few days ago. Not for myself, of course, but for a certain friend of mine who smokes those nasty Camel Crushes. I haven't stepped foot inside a Royal Farms for quite a while now, yet the whole exchange remains oddly familiar. Same middle aged, mildly chubby woman - I think I even threw her for a loop when I said 'Crush'. I'm pretty sure she remembered me. Is that sad? Is it sad I remember her? I think her name is Alicia.
Two things. 1: Crushes got expensive, which means cig prices have certainly gone up, once again. Suckers! 2: My boy smokes a lot of cigs. As a smoker, I used to keep up with him fairly well, but now, peering in from my non-smoking spectacles, it seems a little crazy. Like, a cig every commercial break during Top Chef, and then one after every game of Fifa, playing only four minute halves. I'm not judging my poor smoking friend; I just can't believe how much I used to smoke. It never seemed like too much when I was still smoking...
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