'Acupuncture without the needles' is how it was billed.
'Therapy without your dignity' would have been more appropriate.
In a last ditched attempt to erase my devotion to nicotine forever I couldn't resist attending a bizarre alternative therapy session.
I've ditched my 20 fags-a-day habit cold turkey with no help from lozenges or gum, no patches and no hypnosis. An
d certainly no help from my chain-smoking friends.
So if I have now managed nearly three months without faltering even once, never sneaking a drag from someone else or puffing away when drunk and blaming it on the booze, why am I going for help now?
Basically I'm terrified that if I do cave in and smoke just one delicious fag I'll deem myself an utter failure, deserving of meeting a horrible smoke-related end and go back to consuming a packet a day.
A handful of very stressful situations have really pushed my will power and I'm not convinced I won't eventually turn to a fag one day when I'm in a super strop.
Hence my out-of-character attraction to alternative therapy, or more specifically: Emotional Freedom Techniques (EFT).
EFT is an American (of course) practice that involves tapping your temples like a mad person and repeating a mantra of self-belief every time you feel a craving.
After gently explaining to my EFT guru that I wouldn't be comfortable creating such a scene in public, she reassures me that subtle tapping on finger pulse points should do the same job.
I intend to put this into practice so if you catch me doing either move, you know you're probably getting on my nerves.
