I know what you’re thinking. You’re thinking that being a quitter is a bad thing. Normally, I’d agree with you. This time, however, I will not, and neither will Twindaddy, because he’s wanted me to be a quitter for years.
I finally quit smoking. Not only has Twindaddy been hounding me for years to quit, I kind of promised my wife that I would quit before Baby E was born. That didn’t work out too well. I had cut down gradually, but was never able to quit completely until almost a month ago. My wife, Baby E, and I all got sick. Fortunately, Baby E did not get it as badly as her parents. She just had cold-like symptoms. My wife and I both had bronchitis, but hers was worse than mine. At first, I continued to smoke through the sickness. After a few days of being sick, however, the cigarettes started to taste weird to me. They tasted so weird to me that I didn’t want to smoke.
It was at this point that I decided that I was done smoking for good. I had already told my wife I was quitting anyways, so I might as well quit while they tasted bad to me. I haven’t had a cigarette since then. There have been a few times where I felt like I wanted one, but not nearly as many as I thought there would be. I figured I’d start fiending as soon as I started feeling better, but I didn’t. After all, I’ve been a smoker for almost half of my life. I’m 34 now and I started smoking regularly when I was 18. As time goes on, I’m sure there will be times that I’ll get the urge to light one up again, but if it happens, I’ll just look at a picture of Baby E and remember that there are more important things than smoking.