Sunday, October 12, 2008

Over It

I am so freaking done with smoking.

For real this time, I'm actually ready.

Until last night, the last time I'd had a cigarette was three weeks ago.  I was headed home after Evil Ex Roommate's baby shower and really wanted one--and was within my self-imposed "knock it off already" deadline of the end of September--so I bought a pack.  I smoked one, and the remainder of that pack lolled in my freezer for the following three weeks.

Last night I was meeting some friends for drinks and thought "well hell, I paid $10 for these things, I ought to smoke them!" so I took the pack with me.

I didn't smoke like a chimney as I would have in the past.  I think I had about five (though several beers in, it's difficult to keep track).

This morning I woke up with a scratchy throat and a mouth tasting like an ash tray.

I am officially over it.

I threw the rest of the pack in the trash.

2 comments:

Deutlich said...

I'm proud of you. I quit about 4 months ago.

Maybe 5?

Z said...

Go you! :)