Nothing ventured nothing gained?

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.


I know not, sir, whether Bacon wrote the works of Shakespeare, but if he did not it seems to me that he missed the opportunity of his life.

— James M. Barrie (1860 – 1937)

(Tegningen derimot, er bloggers egen.)