Last Friday we quit smoking. Finally.
We’d been talking about it forever. Then the taxes on tobacco products doubled. Then our boss gave us shit about it and then someone told us that smoking is nothing more than a lack of self control. And I agree. So we quit. Cold turkey. No patches, no pills, no nothing. Last Thursday we were smokers, and then on Friday we weren’t.
I realize now it’s not so much the addiction that’s the problem, although for the first few days it absolutely sucks, but it’s the breaking the habit that’s the real hard part. I’m trying to break a 10 year habit. TEN YEARS. Last night, hanging out on a porch with friends who smoke, I didn’t want a cigarette but I felt so out of place not having one because usually, I do. Stupid habits.
And now I’m fighting the urge to turn on the AC. We’re trying so hard to be green and save money on things like cold air, but it’s absolutely miserable upstairs and I’m not sure I’m gonna make it. I have to keep reminding myself of how much I LOVE getting low electric bills and hopefully that will get me through the heat and the ickiness.