I started smoking when I was 16. I did it on and off during my college years and finally quit when I got married. Then after separation I started again and two months later I decided I wasn’t going to kill myself on top of it all. So 2005 was a smoke-free year, but when I moved in to this apartment in January this year I fell into the bad habit again. It’s gotten worse as time goes by and yesterday I scared the heck out of myself when I realized I passed a whole pack in less than 24 hours. That’s when I said “C’est assez!” — Enough.
Today I decided I’m going to stop this madness and forget about cigarettes. Every time I’ve tried to quit before I always end up at the convenience two days later, but this time… this time it won’t happen. I quit! I washed the ashtrays which smelled like tar (tar! something I keep telling people to protect themselves from at the plant where I work as an industrial hygiene technician) and put them away. Then I went to the grocery store and treated myself with a bag of Sun Chips and some cheese curds, hah!
Some bitchy days ahead and lots of glasses of water to drink, but it’s got to be done! Now, where’s the chocolate?
