Over TWO Years Smoke Free!

As I entered the elevator recently vacated by one of my husband’s employees, I caught a whiff of stale cigarette smoke and thought, “Holy Crap!”

“Did I smell like that all the time?” I asked my husband.  He answered in the affirmative of course and I gave thanks that I no longer subject the people around me  with that olfactory madness.

And then I realized – Hey! It’s been over two years!

The second anniversary of my nicotine free life came and went and I didn’t even realize it.  This is a huge improvement.  I no longer think about smoking, or how I’d like to have a cigarette all the time (just when I’m watching movies from my adolescence or others are smoking around me).

I’m not one of those ex-smokers who are now militantly anti-smoker. I’m not that much of a hypocrite.  In fact, don’t look at me oddly if I stand in your second-hand smoke cloud and inhale a bit. I’m weird that way.

I empathize with those who still imbibe. It’s a lifestyle – it’s a part of one’s identity – it’s an addiction that is a bitch to kick and it takes a major bought of will power to overcome and not all who try can do it (but you should keep trying if you get inspired to – no matter how many times you try it!).  If you do what I did and spend a week curled into the fetal position while going cold turkey, it’s not a process you are likely to want to go through again.

So two years down the road, I can finally say that I am glad I went through the purge.  It’s no longer a major focus of my life and I do feel a whole lot freer.

Cheers!