The whole time that Jennifer and I were "Quitting" was a blur and I have trouble recollecting anything that happened outside of what I recorded here. It has been a full year (Jennifer said it was the 22nd, but I snuck a few puffs at work that set me back a few days).
Nothing much has happened since my last post except that I am still having the urge to inhale smoke into my lungs for some odd reason. I have never known what to do with my hands and have felt a little insecure, so I think that I mentally needed this action in order to feel comfortable in social situations. I never really enjoyed smoking alone...well sometimes I did, but mostly it was when I was with others. You tell a joke or a story and you inhale and exhale. Blow a ring or two. Then you drop ash. Either on the ground in front of you, in the grass away from you or in an ash tray. Ash trays stink. I miss smoking sometimes, but I do NOT miss emptying ash trays or smelling the second hand smoke. Also I do NOT miss the coughing. This is one really important thing to mention. I have not had a cold since I quit smoking. It says a lot about our society, though. How we justify our behaviors by playing ignorant. We smoke cigarettes, eat junk and drink toxins and wonder why we have problems.
No comments:
Post a Comment