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healthier living
It is warm in here today. And quiet. I want to go to sleep; I woke up several times during the night feeling rather cold and recall dimly that I had to wrestle the duvet back from herself. I think I might have to break out my Big Bloo Blanky and wrap myself in it for the next few nights. It is warm, but not as warm as the duvet so maybe I shan’t keep casting it off in my sleep only to have it snaffled and no longer available when I want it back.
My consignment of Snus arrived yesterday, so nicotine deprivation is no longer a problem. This stuff is both stronger and cheaper than nicotine replacement patches and stuff. I can get my hit without smoking and the health worries are much, much lower. The Swedish government have tested it to Hell and back and the EU, whilst still not permitting its general sale outside of Sweden itself (though I believe there is a legal challenge in the works), agreed some time ago that the health warnings can be taken off the packaging. It was only put there in the first place on the (unwarranted) assumption that tobacco is harmful per se, which is palpable nonsense. It depends how you process it and then how you then consume it.
The thing is, I feel better when dosed up on nicotine than I do when I’m not. I guess that’s the result of 30 or so years smoking. So now I can get my nicotine hit without smoking and all is well. This stuff lasts much longer than cigarettes, is cheaper, even when taking account of postage from Sweden, and doesn’t make me want to smoke (nine weeks with out a gasp by the end of today, I think).
I have been pondering it for months. I am feeling quite lardy at the moment and have to do something. I am shite at keeping to diets and there is frankly precious little exercise that appeals to me. I don’t mind walking as such, but to be honest wandering the streets of London is purgatory unless there is a purpose to it other than the walking. Jogging is hell on earth and I am frankly too self-conscious to go swimming. When I was a kid I used to enjoy belting around on my bike, but frankly I do not feel that in twenty-first century London with all the mad traffic around that my nerves would stand for it.
An exercise bike, though, I think I could make a go of that. It is low impact; therefore my knees would not have to pay for my attempts to boost my cardio-vascular system and with just minor dietary adjustments: a few more greens, a little less lard and slightly smaller portions, I think it will do the trick. The other good thing about having an exercise bike is that I can read a book or watch telly or listen to music while I’m doing it and half an hour a night isn’t so much to ask.
And I don’t have to worry about the weather, either.
My consignment of Snus arrived yesterday, so nicotine deprivation is no longer a problem. This stuff is both stronger and cheaper than nicotine replacement patches and stuff. I can get my hit without smoking and the health worries are much, much lower. The Swedish government have tested it to Hell and back and the EU, whilst still not permitting its general sale outside of Sweden itself (though I believe there is a legal challenge in the works), agreed some time ago that the health warnings can be taken off the packaging. It was only put there in the first place on the (unwarranted) assumption that tobacco is harmful per se, which is palpable nonsense. It depends how you process it and then how you then consume it.
The thing is, I feel better when dosed up on nicotine than I do when I’m not. I guess that’s the result of 30 or so years smoking. So now I can get my nicotine hit without smoking and all is well. This stuff lasts much longer than cigarettes, is cheaper, even when taking account of postage from Sweden, and doesn’t make me want to smoke (nine weeks with out a gasp by the end of today, I think).
I have been pondering it for months. I am feeling quite lardy at the moment and have to do something. I am shite at keeping to diets and there is frankly precious little exercise that appeals to me. I don’t mind walking as such, but to be honest wandering the streets of London is purgatory unless there is a purpose to it other than the walking. Jogging is hell on earth and I am frankly too self-conscious to go swimming. When I was a kid I used to enjoy belting around on my bike, but frankly I do not feel that in twenty-first century London with all the mad traffic around that my nerves would stand for it.
An exercise bike, though, I think I could make a go of that. It is low impact; therefore my knees would not have to pay for my attempts to boost my cardio-vascular system and with just minor dietary adjustments: a few more greens, a little less lard and slightly smaller portions, I think it will do the trick. The other good thing about having an exercise bike is that I can read a book or watch telly or listen to music while I’m doing it and half an hour a night isn’t so much to ask.
And I don’t have to worry about the weather, either.