Well, I haven’t had a cigarette since Tuesday.
The inability to draw a full breath without coughing until you expel your own eyeballs will do that to you.
And you know what? I’m feeling okay about it.
Look, Ma! I’m minty-fresh!
Of course, I’ve not had a beer, either, which is the trigger to such antisocial and counter-productive health behavior.
Honestly, I can’t trust me.
Oh, sure, sure. I could quit drinking beer, too, but is that the answer to everything? To just quit?
I could do like Max did. Max held on to his last cigarette for, I swear, three-four months. He held on to that damn cigarette, never lighting it, until the filter was an unappetizing mess.
It was quite a conversation piece.
But I don’t think Max has had a cigarette in a good 15 years now, maybe more.
I don’t know why – it’s between Max and that dirty little cigarette – but holding on to it the way he did worked for him.
I don’t think I could do it like that.
Maybe I could do like my Dad did. My Dad quit a two-pack-a-day habit cold turkey. Didn’t even tell anyone. And the weird thing about it? No one noticed! Dad never smoked in the house anyway, so no one noticed he quit until he was more than two months into it.
Come to think of it, he had seemed crabby there for a while…
Just don’t do it.
Maybe that’s how it’s done, huh? You just don’t do it anymore, and you just don’t do it long enough that it becomes some weird non-habit?
This is too complicated for me.
I want to know: When you know you shouldn’t do something – and you’ve reached a point where it’s no longer cool to just do it anyway – how do you keep that promise to yourself fresh?
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