Here's a thing that happy people know, whether they consciously know they know it or not: they know that happiness is an…
Asking somebody about their salary isn't the same as asking how much they paid for their house.
Maybe it was complacency, or naive bravado, or simple, glorious stupidity. I thought I had this beat.
Somehow I went 12 hours without putting on a patch. And I didn't even notice.
Only middle class people know how to have sex, right?
I could just have one cigarette. Just one cigarette couldn't hurt, right?
Here's my thoughts on quitting when you're feeling terrible - it sucks, writes Matthew Backhouse.
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I haven't felt alone for a moment since I quit smoking. And it's in no small part thanks to you.
The only thing preventing me from having a complete, catastrophic meltdown is an overblown sticking plaster.
Calling Noise Control isn't your only option, and in fact, it's not even the best.
One of the determinants I see most often as people start to get happy on purpose is that the almost obsessive need to compare starts to magically drop away. Comparisonitis chokes happiness off at the source, and it's more…
It finally happened. I didn't just snap. I totally lost it.
I know quitting has its ups and downs. Tomorrow might be harder. But today, despite my body's protests, I felt at ease.
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