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Februarys Results

A poem a month by heart : another FAIL

Fat Old Miserable Git: FAIL

Kicking the Habit: WIN! WIN! WIN!  60 days

A human sponge?

Bollocks it seems I now weigh 93.8 kg! we have had a lot of rain over the weekend, waters heavy, maybe ive just sucked it up like an old sponge? but would have thought all the cake I have eaten would have stopped that

Januarys non-smoking SUCCESS! woot woot

SUCCESS!

31 days of not smoking!  ok my plan to loose weight has gone to pot, but hey I managed to get to the end of the month. I think the initial problems of withdrawal were helped or masked by weeks of having a snotty nose and headaches and generally feeling rundown and shit. I was a bit shocked to discover Nicotine is gone from the body in 48 hours!

The cravings (wich are still happening many many times during the day)  are slightly strange.  It does not seem to be the craving for nicotine that seems to be the problem, it seems to be everything else associated with smoking.  ie stopping what you are doing, walking somewhere ( particularly when at work), the smell of the new tabacco, the feel under the finger tips, the lick of the paper, to finally the feel of the cigarette in the mouth as you light it and that first deep drag…..  breaking all those old rituals is HARD..

As others have said this craving only lasts for a short time, and within 5 minutes it has  passed….

Januarys Poem Failure

Im not sure if my total failure at learning Jabberwocky was caused by my dyslexia and the fact that it contained so many made up words that I was unable to form any meaningful sentences/pictures in my head or was caused by the simple fact that  Im just old and have not learnt anything off by heart for  nearly 30 years!

FOMG – Januarys failure

January’s end of  month weight  = 92.1KG

I put on 2.1KG  :(

Bad, but not that bad as I have not smoked this month and have been eating all kinds of crap

Januarys results

A poem a month by heart : FAIL

Fat Old Miserable Git: FAIL

Kicking the Habit: WIN!

Bollocks to everything else, a month of not smoking is pure WIN!!!!!!

Februarys Poem – KUBLA KHAN Samuel Taylor Colerige

Kubla Khan

Samuel Taylor Colerige

(from A Vision in a Dream. A Fragment. , 1797)


In Xanadu did Kubla Khan
A stately pleasure-dome decree:
Where Alph, the sacred river, ran
Through caverns measureless to man
Down to a sunless sea.


So twice five miles of fertile ground
With walls and towers were girdled round:
And there were gardens bright with sinuous rills,
Where blossomed many an incense-bearing tree;
And here were forests ancient as the hills,
Enfolding sunny spots of greenery.


But oh! that deep romantic chasm which slanted
Down the green hill athwart a cedarn cover!
A savage place! as holy and enchanted
As e’er beneath a waning moon was haunted
By woman wailing for her demon-lover!
And from this chasm, with ceaseless turmoil seething,
As if this earth in fast thick pants were breathing,
A mighty fountain momently was forced:
Amid whose swift half-intermitted burst
Huge fragments vaulted like rebounding hail,
Or chaffy grain beneath the thresher’s flail:
And ‘mid these dancing rocks at once and ever
It flung up momently the sacred river.
Five miles meandering with a mazy motion
Through wood and dale the sacred river ran,
Then reached the caverns measureless to man,
And sank in tumult to a lifeless ocean:
And ‘mid this tumult Kubla heard from far
Ancestral voices prophesying war!


The shadow of the dome of pleasure
Floated midway on the waves;
Where was heard the mingled measure
From the fountain and the caves.
It was a miracle of rare device,
A sunny pleasure-dome with caves of ice!


A damsel with a dulcimer
In a vision once I saw:
It was an Abyssinian maid,
And on her dulcimer she played,
Singing of Mount Abora.
Could I revive within me
Her symphony and song,
To such a deep delight ‘twould win me
That with music loud and long
I would build that dome in air,
That sunny dome! those caves of ice!
And all who heard should see them there,
And all should cry, Beware! Beware!
His flashing eyes, his floating hair!
Weave a circle round him thrice,
And close your eyes with holy dread,
For he on honey-dew hath fed
And drunk the milk of Paradise.

Januarys Poem – JABBERWOCKY Lewis Carroll

JABBERWOCKY

Lewis Carroll

(from Through the Looking-Glass and What Alice Found There, 1872)

`Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.


“Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch!”

He took his vorpal sword in hand:
Long time the manxome foe he sought –
So rested he by the Tumtum tree,
And stood awhile in thought.

And, as in uffish thought he stood,
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
And burbled as it came!

One, two! One, two! And through and through
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
He went galumphing back.

“And, has thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!’
He chortled in his joy.


`Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.

Juggling too many things at once

OK, trying to give up smoking is a pretty much a full time job, so I have put the weight loss on the back boiler, just next to the pies for a while.

Why give up?

Surprisingly this is a hard question to answer, why do I want to give up smoking?  … the simple answer is I dont. There are times when smoking is almost sublime in its perfection, your body and mind just sinks into the smoke and for a moment all is well with the world. Sadly these moments are few and far between,  mostly I smoke because Im an addict and my body is graving that nicotine hit

… there is also  the health aspect “In the UK up to 80,000 lives a year are lost as a consequence of smoking and 400,000 hospital admissions a year are directly associated with the impact of smoking. About 90% of people who have lung cancer have smoked at some time.”

This is slightly tempered by my ” Im going to live forever/suicide” gene * which says Hey its not going to happen to me, my grandfather smoked all his life and he lived to be 87! at the same time as saying ” well we all have to die sometime and you could be hit by a bus tomorrow”

*other genes are availble