I quit smoking.

Now, it's not really THAT big a thing. I've never smoked every day and it's not something that's killed me every second of the whole process. I'm a social smoker, which means when I'm hangin' with my buddies or chilling out, I love me a drink and a smoke. Many people in my life are surprised that I even smoked because unless it's someone I hang out with socially quite a lot, many do not know I'm a smoker at all. Even my girlfriend was shocked when I freaked out and canceled plans with her and friends of ours at a local drinking establishment because she didn't "consider me a smoker." Since I AM such an associative smoker (a chipper if you want the strange medical term for smokers like me who smoke long term, but never start smoking all the time), I've had to give up drinking as well. Figured I'd give myself a fighting chance.

Anyhow, I feel very often like a bratty little kid who's had her favorite toy taken away. Stomping about and irritated with myself for quitting (odd, I know). Hopefully, one day, I will feel good about my decision and my body will thank me by remaining cancer/heart disease free.

Hopefully.

April 7, 2003