I’m a little late but I wanted to at least try and get in my story, even though it is supposed to be on Tuesday’s! I found out about Slice of Life last night and really, really love it.
My topic today is a short story about how I am one year smoke free.
I started smoking when I was 14 years old. The difference with me smoking at 14 and smoking at 18/19 was that at 14, I was picking up cigarette buds off the floor and trying to smoke them, or getting clove cigarettes from older kids and trying to smoke those.
My high school career I spent most of that time smoking cigarettes outside with all the kids that were outside smoking. I continued smoking all the way until last year, when I was 30.
By no means was I a person who smoked a pack of cigarettes a day, but there were times I had smoked a whole pack a week and there were times when I didn’t smoke at all.
When I was pregnant, all I could think about was how I was going to not be pregnant anymore and be able to smoke again. I continued to smoke for a little less than a year after Hailey was born, but not as much. Finally, when I decided that fitness was going to take over my life, I stopped. Cold turkey. That was it. Not even my designated smoking friends could get me to have a cigarette with them – and that said a lot.
I can’t believe it’s only been one year since I quit for good, but even crazier is how much cigarette smoke annoys me and I cannot stand the smell. I literally can smell it from what seems like miles away and I cannot stand it anywhere near me.
I can sympathize with smokers because I was totally unaware of how gross and disgusting it truly is and how much I loved to take out that cigarette and have a reason to go outside and smoke. But at the same time, I would never, ever go back.