Stop smoking cigarettes

I had a dream last night that I bummed a smoke at a bar here in B’ham. I woke up feeling so down on myself for resisting my better judgment…but then I was overjoyed to realize I’d only smoked in my dream. Good news, though, some bars here in town are, if not banning bar smoke, segregating smokers to cubby-sized nooks and leaving the majority of their spaces smoke-free. !!!

Reminds me, time to do a tally…

A lot of people tell me that they’re fine quitting until the first or fifth of twentieth beer. The last time I seriously quit smoking (six years ago), this was indeed the case for me as well. Friday night, the 13th to be exact, I managed to resist the urge. Six beers later, I was contentedly bedding down with some frozen chocolate milk…managing to forego the two cigarettes offered me during the drinking binge. Lucky me.

3 weeks – 0 cigarettes (Thanks to Bronchitis! Woo-hoo!)

Stop, stop now, cupcake…before it’s too late.

...get it? SUCK?

Last night (and the past couple of times I’ve smoked) I didn’t really enjoy the cigarette/s. In fact, the one I had this past Wednesday was just gross. This must mean I’m addicted, though, because I continue to smoke. Not much, but a cigarette’s a cigarette.

...to help with THIS goal.

After a weekend of fighting severe laryngitis with a healthy heaping dose of bronchitis, I can’t sanely imagine EVER lighting up again. I do think I’m beyond the “social smoker” phase as I actually craved a cigarette while reading about smoking this afternoon – even with my lungs full of green mucus! (Did you know that mucus is the noun and mucous is the adjective? Wow!)

So, I might be closer to the completion of this goal than I originally thought!