I am a smoker. I am not sure I have ever fully identified myself as a smoker. I started smoking fulltime when I was 25ish — almost a decade ago. Before that I was the weekend warrior-type smoker.
Nunavut kicked off the daily habit. I moved up North just after my 25th birthday and spent six months living in our newest territory. Everyone in my office smoked and it was a bad excuse to take a break and be social. I sill didn’t consider myself a smoker, however. I did smoke every day, but at the most it was three. I also don’t smoke cigarettes; I smoke cigarellos (the difference exists only in the head of the rationalizing smoker).
Since then I have quit twice. Once for three years, except for the occasional weekend out-of-town. I would smoke then because I knew I wouldn’t get caught by my girlfriend at the time. Just recently, I quit for six months. My defeat was a wedding where I figured a celebratory cigar would do no harm. unfortunately, one turned into the whole pack and I started the daily habit again.
So, now I am going to quit again. Hopefully this time for good. In the grand scheme of smoking I am a lighter smoker. Eight a day (some times fewer) is a far cry from two to three packs people such as my father smoke each day.
I look forward to getting over the three-day hump. That is when I usually stop trying not to smoke and transition to simply not smoking. The trick is at the one-month stage when I will need to avoid the “one won’t hurt” trap.
My wife is supposedly quitting, too. I say supposedly because I know she had a half pack left last night. She doesn’t have work today and was asleep when I went to work so I cannot confirm whether she woke up and had one with her morning coffee.
Hopefully this time we both kick the habit. The obvious health benefits aside (I do feel a lot more energetic when I do not smoke), we will also save more than $600 a month between the two of us.
Anyway, wish me luck.