Today I am five months smoke free
I had my last cigarette on 11th August at 10 30am in my aunties garden in London
I had been building up
To it for a couple of weeks
My uncle had brought me home two cartons of cigarettes from Turkey
That's four hundred individual cigarettes
I decided that when I had them smoked
I would give up
I deliberately chose a time when I was away from home
As I figured it would be easier to quit away from my usual routine
The two cartons of smokes lasted me barely two weeks
That's almost thirty cigarettes a day
I smoked my head off
Now I wonder how I had the time to smoke that many a day
But you know what?
I thoroughly enjoyed every one
I was not one of those people who was a reluctant smoker
Oh no
I loved smoking
Loved the ritual of it
Taking a cigarette from the box tapping the head on the box
Lighting up a flame
And taking that first glorious drag
I loved the social aspect of sneaking outside with someone to share a smoke
The way you could strike up a conversation with a fellow smoker
I loved it all
My favourite smoke of the day was first thing in the morning
Making a cup of hot sweet tea
Settling down at an open window
And for those 5 - 7 minutes
I was in heaven
Lost in my own thoughts
I did my best thinking when I was smoking
All of this sounds very romantic and glamorous
But it's not
It's really not
Being a smoker is tough
More often than not you are a social pariah
Banished outside away from everyone else
I can remember when you could smoke in pubs
On trains
When no one would bat an eye lid if you lit up right in front of them
I remember the first time I was in hospital
You could smoke right outside the building
My care assistant would push me on my wheel chair down to the smoking shelter
And we would simultaneously light up
Now you can't even smoke in the hospital grounds
How times have changed
Then there are the health issues
Although I have to admit
This never really bothered me
Because for most of my career as a smoker I didn't care if I lived or died
And of course the big elephant in the room
I didn't want to stop smoking
Because I didn't want to gain weight
Not on your nelly
No
The one thing that got me was the financial cost
At ten euros a pop
I was spending €100 a week on-my precious cigarettes
I am on a disability allowance
A very fixed income
So that left me with little or no money to spare
And when my bulimia was raging
Food was another expense
And so my money rarely lasted the week
I was constantly broke
Always borrowing money
Always oweing money
It's not a nice feeling
I couldn't save any money
I had no spare money for incidentals
Needed help paying for my car expenses
This really got to me
As I really wanted to be financially independent
Or as much as I could be
So there was only one thing for it
The smokes had to go
So on that morning of the 11th August 2014
I settled down on the bench in my auntie b's garden
With a cup of tea
I had my book there
But I decided not to read
I wanted to enjoy and savour
Every last puff of that smoke
And I did
It was one of the most enjoyable smokes I ever had
But all too soon
It was over
And it was time to put it out
I said my goodbyes
Stubbed it out
And walked in to the house
And in to my life as a non smoker
Giving up while I was away
Turned out to be a good idea
I didn't have a fixed routine
So there weren't specific times when I smoked
It wasn't easy though
I was so afraid of the dreaded weight gain
But I was gaining weight anyway
So I thought what the hell?
And I did gain weight
And probably over shot my set point
But thankfully my weight seems to have settled at a BMI of 20
Praise the Lord my weight has settled
So it's been five months
And it has been hard
But not as hard as I thought it would be
I still dream about smoking
I wake up panicking
Then I remember I haven't smoked
And relief floods through my body
I still love the smell of cigarettes
I love to get a whiff of second hand smoke
I was in my living room last week
And I got a smell of smoke
I followed the scent
And found my father smoking a cigar out the kitchen window
So I guess my sense of smell had improved
But I am glad
I'm happy to be a non smoker
Say it with me people
I
Am
A
Non
Smoker
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This is a little cigarette case I bought in London a few years ago |
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This is a cigarette purse I bought also I wanted to be like Betty Draper from Madmen |