i started smoking when i was 13. yes, indeed, 4 years older than my daughter is now. that is a scary thought.
since i lit up the first time, i have ‘quit’ smoking so many times. but i have never quit in my head, which means i always light up easily again.
longest i ever quit was, amazingly, not when i was pregnant, but a couple years later, when i quit for 8 months. but, as usual, i found an excuse to start again.
and, at least once a year, my husband and i talk about quitting. it is a filthy habit, it is bad for the health, it is expensive, and yet…
we keep justifying our smoking. we smoke because… it is social… because it gives us a reason to take breaks from working… because we enjoy it.
and, honestly, we do enjoy it. not because of the feeling the nicotine rushing through our veins give us. or because of the yellow stains on our fingers and teeth. or because of any other reason relating to the act of smoking a cigarette.
instead, we enjoy it, because it is our last vice. it is the one naughty thing we as now 30-something parents have left in our lives. it keeps us in touch with the rebels we used to be (especially now that smoking is outlawed in so many places, and even our home is a smoke-free area), and allows us, for 5 minutes at a time, to feel like teenagers again.
so, how do we change this mindset, to allow us to actually get to the part where we want to quit, not because it is bad for us, but because we no longer need it? without finding a new vice, i should add.