Today is the six year anniversary of me giving up smoking once and for all. I can’t believe that it’s been that long, and that I still think about it, dream about smoking and live with the hideous fear of what would happen if I started again. Giving up smoking was one of the hardest things I have ever done. It took me about nine tries in four years before finally getting it right. And to be honest, I am still living with the effects. I get unfit and out of breath so easily. I have been swimming at the gym these last two days (you know, that all too familiar New Year’s resolution) and I don’t know where my breath has gone. I am overweight. I put on about 14 kilos in total when I gave up smoking, and it is hell to try and get rid of.
I am an irritating ex-smoker. I talk to smokers like they are idiots. I swear that if I could do it, so could they. I hate the smell of smoke and I get hysterical if people smoke indoors. I find the smell of smokers difficult. all the things I used to not care about when I smoked myself!
I can’t believe that cigarette companies are still allowed to make and sell cigarettes. I get upset when I see kids smoking. I am an old ex-smoker! Who would have thought?