On the other hand, there are things I hate less every day.
So Rachel mentions that nicotine doesn’t exactly respect the calendar, and that reminds me that it’s been a while since I’ve bitched about how much I hate not smoking. I suppose that’s because after a good ten months or so of not smoking at all, and very very nearly a full year of not indulging in the habit to my full satisfaction, it is finally--finally--starting to not piss me off quite so much that I don’t smoke.
Honestly, I think most people have an easier time of quitting, though I don’t think it’s ever easy, so don’t take this as a discouraging thing if you’re stumbling across this with the thought of qutting in mind. I think between my overdeveloped capacity for being compulsive and the fact that I really didn’t want to quit, I had a harder time of it than is usual. If there’s any way you can hold out until you want to quit for youself--or even want to quit at all--I’d recommend it. I quit for my husband and more so for my daughter (since she was stuck sharing a body with me and all), and while that made it for me in a backhand sort of way, it just wasn’t the same, you know?
Anyway, I’m hoping that another couple of months will make me truly comfortable in this new skin, and I can celebrate the anniversary of that last one with honest happiness rather than with pride in my ability to tolerate discomfort. *crossing fingers*
Oh, and a belated congrats to everyone out there who’s managed to quit. It’s a hell of a thing.
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