I'm sitting here enjoying a perfect Saturday morning. I have my coffee, listening to my favorite radio show (a blue-grass show that has a great sense of humor). I love Saturday mornings! So while I sit here, I thought I would share some of my thoughts. (be afraid, be very afraid)
One of the most powerful forces keeping me smoke free is the sense of smell. I know it sounds a little weak, but at the moment it is carrying me. I don't want to stink up myself, so to speak. I am repulsed by the thought of smelling like smoke-my hands (hard to wash all the stink off) my hair, my clothes...and the taste in my mouth. I was thinking (uh-oh) that it is ok to feel this way. In more ways than the stink, smoking sullies us. It has been doing way worse than making me smell bad. I want to stay clean. I feel almost pristine (truly don't know why that word keeps popping up-but that's it "pristine") and would ruin it if I lit one up. A doctor I work with asked me a few months ago "so why is it you don't love yourself enough to quit smoking?" I'm not tying these thoughts together well with words, but they are all tied together for me. I am learning to love myself and expressing it by treating myself better, by not poisoning myself with smoking.
