Wednesday, December 14, 2011
Ok, here it goes one more time. Today Is The First Day of The Rest of My Life Without Cigarettes. Really, I mean it this time. I smoked the last one from the pack I bought on Nov. 28 - and that counts for something, doesn't it? I mean I made the thing last for three whole weeks.
Problem is, I really enjoy smoking. It's like eating (for those of you without the habit) or drinking (if you're an alcoholic): I look forward to lighting up my next one and for 7 minutes, taking a few smoke-filled breaths and disappearing from the crazy thing I call my life. Ever since I traded in my live-to-eat habit for an eat-to-live attitude and because I can't drink for fear of turning into an alcoholic, I smoke. Or used to as of 8:12 a.m. this morning.
If you are an ex-smoker and you are reading this, you're probably saying to yourself, yep, that's true, love smoking. I mean, we wouldn't smoke if we didn't like it - but since smokers are the pariahs of society these days, who wants to admit they like the habit? There's too many reasons to hate smoking and hate smokers: We stink, we litter, our teeth are yellow, skin is sallow and we are the No. 1 producers of second-hand smoke responsible for killing innocent babies and children.
So here's to better breath, a cleaner-smelling car and no more sneaking around for the stinking things. Today is Day 1.