Smoke free for a month and a half, give or take a few (I honestly do not keep track), I find myself slightly stunned by the ease with which the quitting process has elapsed.
Trust me and don’t believe the whiners; there’s really nothing to it.
Maintaining your originally perhaps not recommended weight, however, is everything but (easy), which I learnt trying to put on a pair of old trousers today.
I honestly haven’t a clue what I weigh (haven’t mustered the courage to approach the bathroom scales), but the situation calls for drastic measures.
Granted men in their mid-fifties shouldn’t be surprised by an extra stone here and there, but a lifelong existence as tall and slim makes the situation pretty close to unbearable.
5:2 intermittent fasting or what ever method currently in style, here I come. The wife suggested hold-in tights.
Now there’s a thought.
Be that as it may, previous experience has shown that although quitting is easy as pie, resuming is just as easy, especially with weight-gain an inevitable consequence (so no pie).
«Nothing ventured nothing gained», my foot …
At any rate: Marlbloro? Nope. Light? Eveything but.
Illustration: Marlboro Lights Man. A picture I painted in 2014, influenced by Norwegian artist Anders Kjær’s Winston cigarette billboard painting in 1982.