Quitting Smoking - Day 1
Note- I’m posting this one week retroactively as I didn’t have a blog set up then.
A little background: I am 30 years old, I have been smoking for 14 years, much of that time I was bare minimum one pack a day, two packs if I went out drinking. Not exactly a pillar of health. I fear situations where I won’t be able to easily smoke, and try to avoid uncomfortable social activities where smoking isn’t an option. I smoke as soon as I have a cup of coffee in my hand, and often wake up from a sound sleep to have a cigarette. In short, I am a bad, bad smoker. I have attempted to quit on many occassions, using any mannery of stop smoking aids and everything else. I lasted one month on wellbutrin, but soon quit that stuff because of how it made me feel. Plus, it was still easy to smoke while on it.
I didn’t wake up this morning intending to quit smoking, it just kind of happened. Two days ago, we had the BarFly Awards Party, and I smoked like a fiend. During my hangover the next day, I smoked not a single cig, but that was because getting out of bed hurt too much. The next day, I woke up, took a shower, started walking to the office, stopped by the coffee shop, bought a coffee, went to have a cigarette, and it turns out I didn’t have any. Later, I stopped by a bar for a drink, and tried to buy a pack, They didn’t sell smokes, so I bummed one off of a girl that was smoking, smoked it, and headed home. That, so far, has been my last cigarette.
This morning, I woke up and did the routine again. But instead of going to the store for a pack of cigarettes, I walked straight to my office. So I thought, “boy, I only smoked one yesterday, and zero the day before, I might as well see how long I can go today”. And here I am…lets see how far I can take this.