Day 1

Oct 23, 2008 14:59

Well, technically day 2, but whatever.

I've been sick for a little over a week now.   The typical running nose, congestion, cough, puny feeling that I used to get every year.  Though it all though, I smoked.  I might only take a drag and then put it out, but I held firm.  No more.

I'm tired of the coughing.  I hate it when my sister complains when acorn_destroys has been off with me and comes back smelling like smoke.   I hate feeling awkward holding a baby because of the smoke smell on my clothes.  Last night something snapped.  I was driving home from work and smoking.  I had taken about 3 drags when I started coughing.  Tossing the cigarette out the window I decided I was done.

On 10/22/08 at 10:10pm I smoked my last cigarette.  It's the end of an era, I know, but I think we can all agree this is a good change.

I gave my mom my pack of smokes and lighter last night.   I didn't tell her I have 8 packs of Camels in the car and 4 more lighters.  What's the point in being "Iron Will Bitch" if there's not something to say NO to?  I have the means at my disposal to smoke right now.  I choose not to do so.

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