Okay, I'm quitting smoking today. BUT SERIOUSLY (I mean, how many times do I have to say "BUT SERIOUSLY" for it to become a reality?) BUT SERIOUSLY. I went off with a bang yesterday, smoking a pack and drinking a couple bottles of shockertop in about 2 1/2 hours. I even triple-fisted my second to last smoke because I figured it was time to try anything I'd ever want to say I'd tried with a cigarette (which is mostly limited to smoking them traditionally thirty times a fucking day).
I haven't had a lunch break without a cigarette since I quit for five days over the summer. Haven't had a long drive (more than five minutes) without one or even a ten minute break. I am an awesome, money spending, lung-capacity killing chimney!!
But it's over! I have been sooo excited to finally quit this week.
I will:
Save $250 a month
have pretty smelling hair
run better
sing better
disappoint my mother less
live longer (the abstract one)
feel less tired
...yea
It's really about the money I'll be saving, and that's fine. Whatever works, right?! I'm going to Mardi Gras in March in New Orleans with a friend and the room (a balcony on bourbon) is $300 a night. But think about how much I'll save not smoking and what a motivating factor this trip could be (and a swell reward).
okay... I'm clean, I'm clean, I'm clean