A year ago today I had my last cigarette. Having smoked a silly amount (over 40 a day) for a silly number of years (I don’t actually want to admit how many) and having developed annual pneumonia, a terribly attractive hacking cough and a wheeze that could be heard in the next village when the wind was blowing the right way, it felt like a good idea. (As you can probably tell, it wasn’t really an option!)
I wont go on as there is nothing worse than an ex smoker bleating about the evils of smoking, but if you are considering giving up, I’ll leave you with one thought. Every week for the last year I have given my dad the money I would have spent on cigarettes. It paid for a 2 week holiday on the most gorgeous Greek island (plus spending money) last year and I have already saved enough for this years holiday!
So last year was the-year-of-giving-up-smoking. This year is the-year-of-losing-the-weight-put-on-by-replacing-cigarettes-with-cookies.