||[Oct. 14th, 2010|10:34 am]
International Bon Vivant and Raconteur
Today marks two months of living nicotine-free!|
I never thought I'd reach this point so quickly, but I don't even think about cigarettes anymore, let alone want one, more than once a day, and that's usually only if I'm walking down the street alone and bored. When I see people smoking, I don't wish I could join them. Instead, I watch them suck foul, poisonous smoke into their lungs and wonder why I ever did something so ridiculous myself. Then I remember that it's a powerful drug addiction that leaves most smokers too scared to try to quit, or too convinced that their lives just won't be the same. Which is baloney, of course, but that's how addictions work. They're designed to keep you psychologically dependent.
I do find myself getting annoyed with people who smoke on the sidewalk and force me to inhale the carcinogenic and drug-laced smoke from their own bad habit, but then I remember I used to do the same thing, and I grow ashamed at how callously I behaved as a smoker. My apologies to anyone I bothered with my own smoke.
I haven't faltered and I'm still working out every day. I feel better than I have in years. I'm more productive too, able to get more writing done without losing ten minutes every hour to feed my drug addiction. My breath doesn't stink, my fingers aren't yellow, I can take deep breaths without coughing, and I have more money in my wallet at the end of the week than I used to.
Oh, and I'm not paying through the nose for the honor of contracting cancer, emphysema, heart disease and other debilitating, terminal illnesses anymore, either.
Now, on to the third month!