What better time to talk about successfully giving anything up, then fresh on the heels of Philip Seymour Hoffman’s tragic death? So when I was looking for a little inspiration this morning, and came across this WordPress Daily Prompt, I knew I had to talk about my experience giving up smoking:
Not that smoking is, in any way, as difficult to give up, as heroin. Or as serious an addiction. But make no mistake. It is still an addiction.
When most of my high school friends smoked, I had no interest. Of course back then, no one knew it was bad for you. Everybody smoked. Doctors and nurses smoked. Athletes smoked. Celebrities Continue reading →
I read on Facebook yesterday, a cousin of mine was celebrating her tenth anniversary of not smoking. Good for her! It’s quite an achievement. And I know, because I quit. It’s got to be twenty-five years ago. Long time.
Of course when I started to smoke we had no idea it was bad for us. Actors smoked, even in movies. My parents both smoked. Probably most of the people I knew, smoked. Although I didn’t start when all my friends did. I was on one of those teen tours and got terribly bored with one of our stops.
Kenora, Ontario. Nothing to do on a good day, and it rained for the two or three days we were there. That was when I started smoking. Not the smartest move I’ve ever made, but I was a kid.
At the beginning it wasn’t too bad. But as time went by, I smoked more and more and more. Until I was up to Continue reading →