08.04.08
One * Freakin’ * Year
Ladies and Gents - it has now been ONE FULL YEAR since I gave up smoking.
Not one cig, drag, dip or chaw.
Mind you, I see no immediate running of marathons and I do miss the beer & cigarette, or coffee & cigarette or lighting up after a good meal.
I do not miss the smell on the clothes and I do feel like my olfactory senses have rebounded. And I certainly do not miss the disgusted looks the former girlfriend / current fiancee would give me for flicking lit butts into the street. And I will admit that I do thank Mayor Bloomberg for the free patches that got me to quit - without them I probably would have strangled the majority of the tri-state area.
I am thankful for the money I’ve saved - it truly was being wasted. Especially when I would chainsmoke at the pub (and greatly contributing to my hangover) and I am profoundly grateful for the adoration that fiancee heaps upon me for having quit. When she squeezes my bicep (cause I’ve been exercising to boot!) and she squals with delight - well, hell - who wouldn’t quit??
Info for NY’rs to help quit smoking can be found here.
