DAY ONE
It has been 4 weeks since I quit smoking, Or may 5 weeks but certainly more than 3 weeks. I forget.
OK, since the day I quit I have bought several packs of L & M's and a couple BIC lighters. Had a few smokes on the sly, here and there, mostly during my morning runs to Walmart for groceries or at the laundry mat.
Now, I really didn't smoke each cigarette in each pack. Always felt guilty about having lied to my wife whether I was still smoke free or not. The thing about addicts is that they tend to lie about their habit to those that they really and truly love.
It all started with the fire on the couch outside on our carport of our new home we recently moved into. Seems I didn't fully extinguished the butt and tossed it into a small box that I used as an ash tray. Yeah, I get it. Using a box as an ashtray was not the smartest thing to do. Neither was the decision to start smoking at the age of 13. It caught the rest of the butts on fire which then caught the bamboo couch on fire. My stepdaughter noticed the fire first. I went outside and flipped the blazing couch off the carport and put the fire out with pots of water. Left 2 large scorch marks on the dead grass which are still there but covered with the recent snowfall and ice storm. In the spring the new grass will grow and the scorched earth will be no more.
The fire scared my wife and rightly so I must add, because it could have caught the entire house on fire. She said that if the house had caught on fire or if the fire had started at night when we were asleep that we could have burned to death. Also, if this was not a sign from God that I had to quit smoking then what was? I threw out a lighter, 2 full packs of smokes and a partial pack. Next morning, going through the trash I only found the partial pack and my lighter. She missed those two items as she sifted through the trash that night while I was sleeping as she knew I would scrounge through the trash in the morning while she was still sleeping.
I bought my last pack about 10 days ago and another lighter, this time a mini BIC as I knew that this tiny little lighter would be sufficient. A few days later I told her about my relapse and tossed the few remaining smokes in the trash. For good. That was 5 days ago.
Oh, did I mentioned that addicts tend to lie?
I made a resolution to not lie anymore, especially to my wife. Been going with the nicotine lozenges. They help somewhat but it is not quite the same. Better than nothing.
I think about smoking a lot but, by the grace of God I do not intend to start up again. No more lies. Save some money. Live better and healthier if that is any consolation.
I pray that one day I will not have anymore mental aguish by mourning the loss of my precious nicotine habit. I now live each day one at a time. Today, even though I love smoking I choose not to smoke. Going to save money. Live better. And healthier. It is my only consolation.
No lie.