Week One-D1...The Divorce

Last night I submitted divorce papers to my mistress of 15 years.  Someone I could always count on to relieve my stress, entertain me on my rides to and from work and of course to extend the reach of my Whiskey (Old No.7)...She became a reliable fixture in my world, for the right price she was always there and I could find her anywhere. Although I knew she was no good for me I would entertain her daily, relying on Curve (circa 1995), Issey Miyake (circa 2000), Bulgari Aqua (2005) and Gucci Envy (yesterday) to hide the evidence of my relationship with her.  Her government name Nicotiana, Nicotiana Tabacum...Tobacco to you common folk, those not so intimately tangled in her web.  Indigenous to N & S America, parts of Africa and Australia, this green leafy plant has been treated and manipulated so that we become unable and unwilling to end any relationship with her.
Today marks the first day of my fifth attempt to end this dance with Nicotiana...I am not looking forward to my drive to work in the morning (in a couple hours), I am not looking forward to my post lunch urges to go downstairs, I am not looking forward to my drive home and I am not looking forward to my glass of wine with dinner...why, because Nicotiana Tabacum will not be with me...
Over the next 52 weeks, I will blog about my divorce from Nicotiana...what I learn about myself, how my body changes, how my relationships change, how my work outs change and most importantly, how my psyche changes.  Millions of people try to leave her everyday and fail, I claim success over  her today although I know it will be difficult.  I had a client once tell me that it was more difficult to quite smoking cigarettes than it was to quite shooting Heroine...this was only after he disclosed that he ejaculated the first time he used Heroine...not encouraging.
So last night while listening to Common's "Finding Forever", I divorced Nicotiana Tabacum and look forward to a life without her...let's see how it goes...