I quit smoking cigarettes about a week ago. My throat tightens at the thought of putting one to my lips, and breathing in the poison. Distractions get me to the end of the day. Cigarettes don’t control me; I am still me at the end of the day, and no one can can say otherwise. My brain may still want just one more, but one is always one to many. Your mind will always play tricks on you. Sometimes it’s something subtle while other times it’s harder to tell what your brain is trying to say. Regardless of food, drink, or other everyday activities your brain will weasel a craving in with it. Most of the time it’s harmless like a candy bar, but with me it’s the thought of one more. That’s all I want… Is just one more drag. To say the least it’s became an obsession. I made a promise to myself that I wouldn’t smoke another cigarette. Now is the time to be true to myself, and keep on track. I live by three simple rules:
- As long as it’s not hurting you
- As long as it doesn’t hurt someone else
- As long as it is legal
Smoking violated two of those rules.