Yesterday was a tough one. If a friend hadn’t spent the day with me, my attempt to kick the habit would have gone down in flames.
Thankfully, I can proudly say that at the start of Day 7, I am still fag free.
From now on abstaining will get easier. In any case, that’s my story and I’m sticking to it.
Some friends are coming over for lunch today, two of whom smoke. And it’s there right.
I have promised myself that I will never become one of those fanatic anti smoke ex-smokers. I’ve met some former smokers who are completely obsessed with others who smoke. Nothing as boring as an ex-smoker who preaches to those happily puffing away.
Remember, 99,9% of smokers are not delusional flat earthers and know very well that smoking kills; stinks; and costs an arm and a leg – and due to impaired blood circulation literally speaking as well.
I’ll admit that most smokers fell for and welcomed the 2020 scientific paper claiming smokers are 23% less likely to be diagnosed with Covid-19 compared to non-smokers. The paper was published by a noted scientific journal, but soon retracted when it came to light that the paper’s authors had financial links to the tobacco industry.
All of a sudden their claims sounded somewhat dodgy.
Almost like that old Camel cigarette ad in the 1950s that said most doctors prefer to smoke Camel! It’s actually hilarious.
But, as the working ladies on the Cape docks used to say back in the day: “Business is business, and love is bullshit.”
Not that I am equating the oldest profession in the world with the ruthless tobacco barons. Ladies of the night do not lie about the nature of the wares they sell to make a living, but cigarette companies lied for decades.
Remember those Stuyvesant ads filled with beautiful rich jetsetters on a massive yacht or skiing in the Alps puffing away with not a single wrinkle, yellow finger or cough in sight? And I used to simply love the Camel man ads. The curly haired, rugged blonde guy really knew how to get a teenage girl’s hormones working overtime.
Those days are long gone and today nobody thinks smoking is cool anymore - on the contrary, you develop great empathy for lepers as soon as you light up in public.
Tomorrow morning it will be an entire week without cigarettes!
That is, if I survive the two smokers’ visit today. Just kidding, I won’t blame others if I cave in. It’s me, myself and I … and of course the messages of support that keep me going.
Today is a beautiful Sunday and tomorrow another manic Monday which, for the second time, I hope to face without my pacifier at hand. Mommy!!!!!!
Almost like that old Camel cigarette ad in the 1950s that said most doctors prefer to smoke Camel! It’s actually hilarious.
