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I had my first cigarette in 1992 when I was a 14-year-old kid trying to fit in with my friends. I can remember how horrible they tasted when I was first starting. The tar was something foreign, not at all resembling anything people would want entering their bodies, much less their lungs.
Over time, people are able to take bigger drags without coughing. Nicotine is no longer a poison, but rather a necessity. You start to become cool, then you gradually get more and more hooked. Today, I begin the mission of ridding myself of nicotine and tar for good.
To whomever is reading this, I know I probably sound like most people who don't really want to smoke, but are powerless against the addictive qualities. I am very serious this time. It does have a little bit to do with being very broke in this time of $4 packs of smokes in Wisconsin. My friends in New York (Hi Carrie!)usually just order their's illegally over the internet rather than pay the $7 asked by most bodega owners.
To prove my urgency on this matter, I will be posting daily results. I will be honest and tell how many cigarettes I had, where I had them and what the triggering circumstances were. Hopefully, this will act as some type of therapy over stressful nerves and help to identify what makes me want a cigarette. (As if I didn't already know!)
So wish me luck and feel free to share any stories or remedies that worked while quitting smoking. Many have succeeded in quitting and hopefully, I will be the next.
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