One month of not inhaling poison. One month of whitening my teeth (which are now as pearly as they have ever been). One month on my killer post-smoking detox diet-o-rama, and nearly ten pounds lost. For some reason the nasty hair on my chin (I call him Moriarty after Sherlock Holmes' nemesis who famously vexed Sherlock at every turn before finally landing at the bottom of a deep ravine) has miraculously disappeared. My friend the doctor suggests that maybe something to do with my hormones is righting itself after the effects of the nicotine have worn off and some of the toxins have been flushed out via the detox.
And Oh Yeah, I can actually taste the delicious green sludge I drink for breakfast every morning, as well as the yellowish brown gunk I have for lunch and the purplish glop I have for dinner. And that is the best &*%$#@! sludge/gunk/glop I've ever had. It's practically a feast. Can't wait to see what real food tastes like now that my taste buds are not being killed off 18 times a day!
504 Cigarettes not smoked! As Devo would say, (just before, as in their video they crack the whip and knock the cigarette out of a band member's mouth leaving nothing but a smoldering butt) when a problem comes around, you must whip it. Crack that whip! Give the past a slip!
Get Straight!
Go Forward!
Move ahead!
Whip it! Whip it good!
