So I guess I finally decided I wanted to quit. I totally didn’t want to quit, then I really didn’t want to quit, then I kinda didn’t want to quit, and then I maybe didn’t mind the thought of having more money and my clothes not smelling smoky anymore. I kinda didn’t care for cigs all that much anyway, so why not quit while the quittin’s good?
So, I smoked my last cigarette at 10:25 am Tuesday (I didn’t tell anyone about it because I didn’t want to jinx myself or feel guilty if I fucked up). Now it’s Friday afternoon. Can I call myself a nonsmoker yet? I’ve been trying (and succeeding) not to think too much about it. I’ve also been focusing on how the benefits outweigh the negatives when I get a craving, which has prevented me from backsliding so far. But really I haven’t gotten all that many cravings. Not as many as I expected. I am pretty cranky. But I like that I don’t cough as much anymore, and my bedroom smells better.
I’ve also been telling myself that it’s okay to fuck up, as long as I *at least *don’t smoke inside anymore, which I never intend to do again because that makes it WAY too easy to smoke more and more, and made my stuff smell worse. Although I haven’t fucked up, I think that telling myself it’s okay to fuck up has made quitting easier.
I’ll be able to spend more money on other stuff I like now. I might even be able to afford my own apartment after my annual review/raise in February (given that I’ll be paying lower health insurance premiums, too). I’m finding it a bit more difficult to focus on stuff, but I expected that. I’m also sleepier, but that’s okay because when I’m asleep I can’t smoke.
Also, when can I start going out without worrying about booze tempting me to backslide? I would like to go to a nice Pepe’s cantina I discovered this week as a reward for myself (I’ve never gone to a bar by myself before so it’d be a fun, atypical activity), but I’m afraid that if I have a couple rum and cokes I might run straight for a smoke during/afterward while my inhibitions are down. Because everyone knows that even self-proclaimed nonsmokers still smoke when they drink.
75 smoke-free hours and counting, yay for me. If I don’t go to the cantina, I’ll probably have some celebratory sushi for dinner, because it’s payday and for once I don’t have to run out and spend $50+ on a carton after work