I predict I will die of lung cancer. I've seen my husband's dad die of lung cancer, and it ain't pretty. But in this time of stress I have resorted to self-medicating behaviors: drinking boxed wine and smoking cigarettes, again.
Damn me.
But, it's coupled as my new weight-loss plan, which has been a bonus. I only lose weight when I'm freaking out about something, and I gain weight when I'm happy. I was happy for quite awhile before "the incident" and so I've developed a healthy belly and rump. So the losing weight part is good for my health. And therein lies the rub.
This too shall pass, I am sure, but I am enjoying every puff in the meantime.
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