Real talk, guys. I have been a smoker longer than I can remember.
Smoking is how I’ve made most of my adult friends. It’s what I do after I eat, after I “you know”, when I wake up, before I go to bed. It’s how I relieve stress and how I’ve gone 41 years without committing murders.
But, its time to give it up. I have started waking up every morning with a terrible cough. I get winded working out…and I love working out. My hair and clothes and car always smell and I’m tired of it. I want to smell like cookies and vanilla, not stale cigarette smoke. So, I’m giving it up and walking away and hoping to get to a healthier me.
What brought about this change? I’ll admit it. It was laziness. I was recently on a trip for work, staying in a hotel, and driving a rental car. I quickly realized that smoking was such an inconvenience. Once in my hotel room for the night, I’d have to put on a bra and real pants to go down ten stories and outside to smoke. Who has the freakin’ energy for that? So, three days into the trip, I just decided that I didn’t want to do this shit anymore.
Who knew that being a lazy fuck who hates wearing real pants would be what got me to end my 28 year long addiction?