i smoked for nine years. The picture above is from when I was 18. I am probably smoking a Newport. Then I smoked a pack a week. At 22[ish] I started rolling my own with a machine and smoked half a pack a day. My boyfriend, at the time, made me give up menthol, which was a good idea. I loved smoking. The way it tasted and relaxed me. I knew I needed to quit, but didnt really want to, till two years ago. First I tried the patch, which almost killed me. So gross and the nightmares it gave me /shudder... I decided I started on my own, I had to quit on my own. I cut all the way down to half a cigarette a day. Then life got complicated and I started up again. January [oops... I forget the date], I tried to quit again. This time it worked! It is so strange now to think that I spent more of my adult life as a smoker then not. I have had a few drags when drinking but it was only a handful of times. I do like to "fake" smoke. Go outside when my friends smoke and hold an unlit cigarette. Makes me feel like I am still part of the cool kids! It is also fun to explain to drunks that it is unlit for reason. I am still very proud of myself for quitting. I do have to admit, giving up dairy was way more difficult! I also feel like I should say nice things about the people who put up with me when I was quitting. I heart you and thanks for not killing me! :)
Create: None. It was Friday and I needed to hibernate....
What did you have to give up?
