Puny Human

I always feel my fattest on Mondays.

Kind of ironic that I feel puny.

Week #3 of being smoke free has begun.

Lung Cleansing

20 minutes after my last cigarette, my blood pressure and pulse rate drop to normal and the body temperature of my hands and feet increase to normal.

87 pulsars for one minute. That's low for me. My father (non-smoker) and I generally have fast pulse rates. Last time at the doctor's office I was 121 pulses each minute and he freaked out. So maybe the smoking was making MY pulse rate really fast. Or maybe I'm just really calm right now.

8 hours after my last smoke, the carbon monoxide levels decrease and oxygen levels in my blood increase to normal.

We'll just assume this one is accurate.

24 hours after my last cigarette, I substantially lessen my chances of having a heart attack.

Well I suppose as substantial for a fat man as they can be.

2 days after my last cigarette, I should notice that my ability to taste and smell is enhanced.

The fuzzy tongue is fading and I think that hindered the psychedelic tasting trip that I should be on. But the smelling has definitely picked up on a lot of funk around me, especially at work.

3 days later my breathing should be noticeably better because my lung capacity will be greater.

I have noticed that I'm not as snotty and my sinuses are getting devoid of oysters. There's a visual for you.

2 weeks to 3 months after quitting, my circulation should improve and my lung functioning should increase up to 30%.

I'll let my diabetic feet be the judge of that. But it is possible that my pulse rate is an indication of that.

1 month to nine months, the cilia in my lungs will regenerate, allowing my body to clean my lungs and reduce infection.

Not only that, ...those little cilia should be flagellating.

Everything Burns

Anastacia is 'smokin', and the girl's got a set of lungs. I love her music. You might consider exposing your ears to her. But I'm actually writing about my nose today. Everywhere I went, I swear I smelled something burning. And that just wasn't the case. But, what is the case, is how many people at work that do smoke and how the smell permeates everything. I even smelled myself to see if it was coming from me. hmmm not so much. Four days into having quit and the nose... does know. I stopped by the desk of a woman I work with and chatted her up a bit to recognize her for her accomplishments over the past few years. I smelled smoke. She doesn't smoke. I've never known her to smoke. Surely I'm wrong. The hell I was. She's a closet smoker. I didn't out her, but I know her dirty little secret and if it got out it would ruin her pristine little image. I'm gaining new super powers. Watch out Hulk, I'm comin' for ya!!