Well, tonight is my last night as a smoker. I have one cig left and then it’s cold turkey time.
I’ve been smoking since I was about twelve (I’m thirty five now) and except for a few short weeks here and there over the years, I have smoked non-stop for 23 years.
So why am I quitting now? Well, I’m quitting for the obvious health benefits that not smoking brings, and also because it really is a nasty and expensive habit. But most importantly, I want to be around to see my kids grow up.
Really, there are a ton of reasons to stop, and not one single good reason to continue. I think my business will improve as well if I’m not trying to catch my breath after climbing a ladder or stopping every hour or so to grab a smoke. Plus I’m sure I’ll smell better too. My list of reasons to stop could go on all night.
So why am I posting about this? I guess because I want to have it written in stone so to speak, that I decided to quit a 23 year old habit tonight. And also, I think it brings some accountability to this that I never had in the past.
When you quit and you really don’t tell anyone, it’s not too hard to start back up when your having a bad day. So by writing about it, I feel I have a responsibility to carry through with my word.
Not that anybody but me cares if I smoke or not. But I still think it might help my resolve when I’m stressed out, if I remember that I told a bunch of people whom I respect a great deal, that I quit.
The next week will probably be pretty brutal for me, but I guess if I keep my eye on the prize-- I’ll be better off next week than I am now.
They say nobody likes a quitter-- well, after 23 years of stupidity, I say **** it, I quit.