Smoking. A thread.

I’m a smoker. I hate the fact I’m a smoker. I don’t know why I’m a smoker. I don’t know why every time I give up, no matter how long for, I smoke again.

It stinks. It tastes bad. It makes me have a headache. It means I can’t run, or be as active as I want

My hair smells, my clothes smell, my car smells. My teeth are yellow. My nails are yellow. My skin is dull. All for cigarettes.

They cost a fortune. I stopped for 9 months last year and bought myself a 5* all inclusive holiday. That’s a lot of money. To set fire to.

Since starting 22 years ago I have spent approx 50 grand on fags. 50 fucking grand. That’s my mortgage. Obscene.

I can’t think of a single perk. Not one. But I, and millions of others still do it.

Because I’m an addict. No ifs, no but. An addict.

Today I say no more. Starting tomorrow with @stoptober I’m ridding myself of this ridiculous habit. The intelligent part of me thinks it will be easy, just tell myself the above. But I know it will be hard. Ex smokers still crave cigarettes for for years after they’ve stopped.

This is my accountability. This is my line in the sand.

No fucking more.

Cigarettes, I’m done with you. #Stoptober #smokefree