Quit Smoking

Now is the time.

when you’re broke.

weekend + smoking friends + alcohol = new pack of smokes. =(

since Friday, which was finished on Sunday night. Since then, I have bummed one smoke a day at work, and one a day from Jules. 2 a day… progress! I’m missing the breaks at work though, that’s for sure. I know, I know, still go take a break. I’m working on it!

Oh, cigarette. With you has been my longest relationship, out-lasting best friends and boyfriends, between my index and middle fingers you sit. It started harmless, I wasn’t even old enough to buy you and it was so… risky. Eventually, you started coming around daily and before I knew it we were spending most of our time outside of work together. Since then, you have accompanied me on journeys, through dark moments and sometimes just given me a reason to walk away for 5-7 minutes. We have a routine and a bond.

But we both know I’m not happy with you anymore and haven’t been for a long time. The smell, the taste… yuck. I’ve been cheating and smoking halvsies for a while, cigarette, you just don’t taste the way you used to. And the new yellowish area in my smile you’ve come up with? NOT CUTE. My breath, my hair, my skin, my nails will all thank me if I can be strong and leave you alone. My clothes will be much fresher. And let’s not even get started on my lungs and how restricting you’ve been of them. It sure will be nice when my breathing can keep up with my physical endurance. And then there’s the price—who can afford you? Not me. I’d rather not waste my money any longer.

And so I know this will be tough, especially since all of my friends are on your side, and you will certainly be around. After nearly 10 years, if I’m over you now, it’ll probably just keep going that way so I hope you’ll give me some space to breathe clearly and to outgrow our routine. I know you never really cared about me in the first place. I was just a pretty face. And now you’re just a dirty habit in my life that needs an upgrade.