This feels like a broken record, but this time I’m serious. I’m quitting smoking. I’m tired of my hair smelling, holes in clothes because of a dropped cigarette, my breathe stinky. I thought it ridiculous when I heard people say they asked God to remove the taste of cigarettes from their mouth and stopped smoking like that (insert finger snap). However, during this season’s Lenten Fast, I realized that I just don’t want to be a smoker any longer. I’ll miss the inside scoop smokers always seem to cull, making friends with other banished smokers, and having an outlet when the spit hits the fan. So far, I have cheated twice, but each time I light up, I find myself letting the cigarette burn, taking a small puff or two.
My biggest fear is that I’m going to gain weight. I have always been the “fat twin” and my family is of the Thick Chick, #teamchunk variety. My recent weight loss is exciting, and each week I have to tighten my belt just a tick more. But I am TERRIFIED that I will blow up. I’m chewing Nicorette like it’s nobodies business and downing water like it’s a forty*. Resuming my yoga helps my temper and my mindfulness and a raised arched eyebrow stops foolishness before it gets out of hand.
For those who are looking to quit, Nicorette has a fantastic site to offer support. If you are like me, worshiping at the alter of Apple, there’s a plethora of apps that will also assist with quitting.
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