DAWN OF A NEW ERA
I am smoking this last pack like it was any other day. I will miss smoking, but not as much as I thought I would. I think. I don’t know. I just have to apply my stubborn will and accept that I never really thought of myself as a “smoker”, so this whole quitting thing should be quite…er…easy.
No more yellow fingernails.
No more stinky hair/sweaters/coats/clothes/car.
No more dirty looks from non-smokers.
No more aching lungs after a night of drinking.
One less thing Mama can hassle me about.
What will I do about my stress, though? What will happen when I am about to strangle someone in frustration? No more pasty-white sticks to calm me. I have to clean the car out, remove all signs of the former smoking life, and hopefully, this will work. Oh, and I can try different types of BC now, without that horrible side effect, you know, stroke, blood clots, etc. That will help, right?