“My anxiety acts like aerobics, so I get the exercise.”
I was watching Woody Allen in Scoop and he explains his ability to metabolize the bread in front of him in one scene where Scarlet Johansson’s character explains that she’d gain twenty pounds if she ate that much bread.
I felt anxious. I opened the packet of nicotine patches and looked at them. I sat down, and I looked at them. Kept on looking at them. It was the huge step for me. Stupid really. I thought of weekends out with the girls. I thought of the mornings at the café. Childish, considering all the television campaigns and graphic images of the hazards: life or death, mainly death.
I ripped open the packet, read the instructions and stuck the patch on my arm.
A baby step.
I just hope I don't develop a new addition, along the lines to a Tori Amos song, "She's addicted to Nicotine patches."