I’ve booked a flight to Thailand to PhuketFit, a detox place. I’ve found out that I’ve completely forgotten about smoking while following a detox program.
I’ve quit smoking in 12 days.
I’ve lost 3kg of weight while quitting. Normally people gain 6, I’ve lost three.
And on this journey a weird thing did happen to me. On the day 10 I’ve got a stalker, a nasty Mr. Invisible, following me everywhere I went, stinking of old tobacco. I’ve caught him on the day 12. He was not a person. He was a purse. He was my purse, the purse I’ve been carrying tor the past 6 months. I figured … I stunk and I did not notice. I stunk of cigarettes; so did my purse, my jacket, my laptop. Past tense. I quit smoking.
I and Coco are a universe and 23kg apart.