10 Days
Sunday, April 29th, 2007It’s been ten days since I’ve officially quit smoking. The actual physical addiction is long gone, but the desire is still there.
It’s been ten days since I’ve officially quit smoking. The actual physical addiction is long gone, but the desire is still there.
Well, not really. The current Socialist bitch of a Governor in Delaware and her policies haven’t forced me to quit. That’d be like admitting defeat to the Vichy French. Funk that.
Today, April 19th, I’m officially quitting smoking. I haven’t had a cigarette and I’m not going to. Hopefully not for a long time. Hopefully never. This isn’t to say smoking wasn’t pleasurable or enjoyable. Quite the contrary. I loved smoking and enjoyed it immensely. But each day I will have that little tapping in the back of my mind telling me that I should have a cigarette. It’s going to be a contest of won’t power each and every day. Being an addict isn’t a disease. That’s an easy way for someone to say it isn’t their fault. I knowingly started smoking. I made the conscious choice to start smoking and I’ve always been more of a 60/40 social/gottahaveitnow smoker.
On Friday, April 6th I came down with a horrific bout of food poisoning. When you spend six hours with the usual effects of food poisoning, it gets old. I tried smoking the next day and it was the absolute worst taste ever. I couldn’t finish even half a cigarette. That was the decisive factor making it my time to stop smoking and take the opportunity to work on a New Year Resolution. Over the next couple weeks it would be a test of whether or not I could make it through the day without a cigarette. Usually one-half to a whole cigarette would be all I could stand. Unless it was a clove. Those are just dangerously tasty.* During that time my cigarette intake was down to one a day or sometimes I’d skip a day.
Now I’m making the conscious choice to have a daily struggle against the desire for a cigarette.
*Because there is going to be some schmuck on the internet crowing about my advocating smoking, let me say the following: This is not me advocating anyone pick up the habit of smoking. Now stop being an over-sensitive ponce of a wanker.
The following is a great visualization of J.S. Bach’s Tocatta and Fugue in D Minor.