stephanie80

Blah, blah. It’s happening, I’m not a regular smoker anymore, meaning that some of the gross, self-righteous, anti-nicotine rhetoric is sneaking into my thoughts. I don’t usually say anything though, because it’s just obnoxious. Even if it’s true.

I just have one slightly annoying, kind of smoke-related problem, If anyone is reading and doesn’t mind chiming in. My (small) apartment is almost constantly filled with pot smoke because one of my roommates is almost constantly smoking.

She does it with her door closed, but as any smoker knows, that shit will escape regardless. My other roommate has asthma, but figures there is no point in saying anything about the smoke. Basically I’m just sick of the apartment smelling like the back of a VW bus, but feel sheepish because until recently, I was smoking too.

Anyone?

I think I might be enjoying quitting more than I ever enjoyed smoking. It’s weird. I mean, you kind of have to condition yourself to reject what you used to think of as normal and routine, i.e. smoking. After breaking the whole thing down, it seemed pretty lame. I started at 14 to fit in, and was still doing it at 26… um, why?

I ran up the stairs to my apartment yesterday just for fun.

Finally my illness seems to be subsiding. I had a slightly scary moment last night while walking from 34th street to Union Square. Yesterday finally felt a bit like winter, and I thought it would be nice to take a walk instead of dealing with the subway during rush hour. Unfortunately, after the 20 blocks (that usually feel like 5), I could barely breathe. It made me think about how hard my lungs must have had to work when I was smoking. In addition, New York apparently has some of the worst air quality and highest cancer rates (thanks Wikipedia), so I figure there’s no reason to add another log to the fire.

Today I feel close to euphoric. I can actually breathe without a coughing fit! No need to sully my health with self-inflicted toxins.