The smoking gun
I quit smoking yesterday. Again. Like my Dad says when he's taking the piss out of me, "Quitting is easy - I've done it a thousand times."
I seem to have an affinity with smoking when going through a break up - though all I have to base that on is two break ups. Nonetheless, I smoked like a chimey throughout both, so to outsiders it might look I need a little crutch - but the truth is a lot more pathetic than that.
Bit of background - I quit smoking 'permanently' about two years ago. Well, it felt pretty permanent at the time, and it was - but because of a flippant decision when I was messed up on grand final weekend last year, I had a cigarette. And since then, I'd been smoking odd weekends here and there.
It all came to a bit of a head when things were turning sour with my ex - I started smoking full time, much to his detriment. I just wanted to at the time. I could explore the reasons why, but it's irrelevant at the end of the day - soon I was smoking a pack a day again.
Got a bit over it, so re-read the book that got me to quit in the first place: Alan Carr's Easy Way to Quit Smoking. If you're a smoker, you've probably heard of "the book", and yup, that's the one - and it totally works. Here's some fun facts about my smoking that I was reminded of:
- if I smoke for the rest of my life, it'll cost me $262,000 (without even factoring in inflation).
- I hadn't really considered the health affects before, but an analogy that drew my attention was that smoking is kinda like have unprotected sex with someone who has AIDS. If I go about my gay life freaking about AIDS, why am I not worrying about a much more promenient / real disease?
- smoking causes a lack of oxygen, which affects both physical and mental health. I knew the physical part, but the fact it can deprive your brain of oxygen and make you depressed was news to me.
Finished the book, stubbed out the ciggies, and have been kicking ass since - I've been going for a walks on my breaks, saving a shitload of money, and the only thing I'm smoking is cocks.
I seem to have an affinity with smoking when going through a break up - though all I have to base that on is two break ups. Nonetheless, I smoked like a chimey throughout both, so to outsiders it might look I need a little crutch - but the truth is a lot more pathetic than that.
Bit of background - I quit smoking 'permanently' about two years ago. Well, it felt pretty permanent at the time, and it was - but because of a flippant decision when I was messed up on grand final weekend last year, I had a cigarette. And since then, I'd been smoking odd weekends here and there.
It all came to a bit of a head when things were turning sour with my ex - I started smoking full time, much to his detriment. I just wanted to at the time. I could explore the reasons why, but it's irrelevant at the end of the day - soon I was smoking a pack a day again.
Got a bit over it, so re-read the book that got me to quit in the first place: Alan Carr's Easy Way to Quit Smoking. If you're a smoker, you've probably heard of "the book", and yup, that's the one - and it totally works. Here's some fun facts about my smoking that I was reminded of:
- if I smoke for the rest of my life, it'll cost me $262,000 (without even factoring in inflation).
- I hadn't really considered the health affects before, but an analogy that drew my attention was that smoking is kinda like have unprotected sex with someone who has AIDS. If I go about my gay life freaking about AIDS, why am I not worrying about a much more promenient / real disease?
- smoking causes a lack of oxygen, which affects both physical and mental health. I knew the physical part, but the fact it can deprive your brain of oxygen and make you depressed was news to me.
Finished the book, stubbed out the ciggies, and have been kicking ass since - I've been going for a walks on my breaks, saving a shitload of money, and the only thing I'm smoking is cocks.
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