Saturday, August 21, 2010

Chew update, dammit.

It's been a couple of days now and I'm still tobacco free.
For the first time in my adult life I do not have a can of Copenhagen within reach, or even in my home for that matter.
It wasn't as hard as I thought it would be although it's not over yet. At this point I'm still trying to quit. I will be sucessful when I no longer think about it more than 3 times a minute.
I've managed to keep a pretty good humor, haven't been short-tempered much, and I'm not real anxious any more. The dog has come out of hiding although I think the Evil Cats have left the county.
As a matter of fact, the only real problems I'm having is a huge appetite and my hands are shaking like a motherfucker, shaking so bad that I passed a shot on a coyote at 75 yards STANDING broadside to me this morning. I could not keep my crosshairs on his chest and wasn't sure I could get a clean kill.
My appetite? Fuck, let's just say I blew my diet to hell. Let's see, today I've eaten 8 eggs (4 fried, 4 boiled), a pound of bacon, a big ol' chunk of breakfast ham, some drop biscuits with cream gravy for breakfast, some refries, rice, carne asada, 6 homemade flour tortillas, 3 avacados and a 16 ounce tub of cottage cheese for lunch, and got a large pizza on the barbecue for dinner. And I've eaten better than a pound of fresh jalapenos throughout my wanderings. Plus I've knocked back an 18 pack of Busch and have another 12 pack in the icebox.
In all fairness, I've been up since 3 AM so I could go look at coyotes (lucky motherfuckers) but still, that's a lot of motherfucking groceries there.
And did I mention that suddenly I've got a huge craving for chocolate? I don't eat chocolate or sugar. I haven't bought sugar in years and I honestly cannot remember the last time I ate chocolate but right now I'd kill for a Mars bar.