Think this is my very first blog post I ever made... not much of a blogger, but I read many of the posts and some of them were pretty moving. Kinda like a public diary.
Well... my story goes like this: I'm 38, a smoker for almost half my life (what an embarrassment). I quit 6 years ago the second I found out I was having a baby... just like that! Two years ago I graduated college and was celebrating the last day of presentations with all my school pals AND.... I picked one up... a BIG MISTAKE! I bummed a few here and there, took a couple out of my husbands pack when he wasn't looking, and before I knew it I was driving to the store to grab a pack. WHY? I was embarrassed to tell my husband that I was sneaking around and waiting for him to leave to work, or sometimes even making excuses for him to go to the store just so I could sneak a smoke. NOW... I wish I never went to that graduation celebration with my friends and WISH my friend would have just said NO when I asked for one. But it's not anybody's fault but my own.
I thought it would be easy to stop... I mean, I quit for 4 years! I hardly even thought about picking one up! I looked at smokers and wondered why they HAD to smoke. It is such a stinky, unhealthy, costly, and unattractive habit. Now... here I am... a smoker!
My husband smokes too, which makes it even harder to quit. Friends come over and spend half their time out on the patio. I wonder what I will do if I quit... I think I will go crazy just knowing they are out there smoking. That is a trigger.
Believe it or not.... I have NEVER smoked in front of my parents. NEVER! I feel like a teenager when they come over. I brush my teeth three times and take a shower before they arrive. I am so guilt ridden over it. They have never smoked and would be devastated if they knew I did. And just imagine.... god forbid... I had a health complication because of it. What if? what if?
I am embarrassed... when I am sitting in traffic and the person next to me at a sop light rolls up his window because it is 8AM and who wants to get a stinky wiff of cigarette smoke in their face that early in the morning?
I want my motivation to be my daughter... I want to spend all the years I possibly can with her, watching her grow and being there with her, for her, every step of the way.
I spoke with my husband AGAIN today about wanting to quit. I signed up to this site and have officially logged in and created my first blog. My start date isn't for another two weeks but I really hope to do it sooner... like NOW!
Why the heck is it so hard! I know it's all in your head... I did it before, I can do it again. I'm ready...I think!