Time Passes

This coming Sunday, 15th April, is 11 years since the motorbike accident that started the new life off. Sometimes I wish I had died but most of the time I feel thankful that I am alive and that I have been given a second chance at life.
I wrote last that I hadn't smoked for three weeks and was pleased. Then I smoked again, just a few, to try and "Play Games with family and influence things". It was stupid and went horribly wrong so I smoked for a week and a bit before I decided to stop again, this time for myself.
I haven't smoked in April and am beginning to get a buzz from the physical withdrawals, realising that it is a positive discomfort really. The psychological withdrawals are hell and I have come very close to doing the All night petrol station for cigarettes a few times. Dad has been a big help, partly with bribery and I appreciate that. Brother Dave has, as always, plagued the hell out of me and made sure I'm not lying about it, again I appreciate that too.
This year is the year that I set things up for the future. I might not actually DO as many things as I would like to but I will try and be in a position that I can do it all next year onwards.
I've got a few small plans for this next couple of months that involve cycling and camping, meeting people and socialising. That is something I have lost over the past few years of being so self involved and inward looking. I hope I dont make a Foxes Paw out of it all.
Bikepacker, Butterfly, Cycleman, Arrelcat, Hilldodger and many others are going to be stuck with me for a few days this year so I hope I don't blow the gig. Actually looking forward to it all a bit. Only real downer at the moment is the weight. I've been overcompensating for the loss of smoking by overeating and have put weight ON. It is, apparently, a common thing that happens to many when they stop but I have to start thinking clearly about losing the lard before I get past the point of no return. Again UncleSpuggers is willing to help me with the diet, as long as I keep up my end of the bargain with smoking etc, and I know he has the ability to sort me out properly.
I am praying that my Dad does manage to come up with the goods as far as his bribe goes. If he does it'll make a positive psychological difference to me and save me a long time of waiting for something I want badly.
Anyway, I'm off now. Thanks for reading and I hope I can say something more Up next time.