Almost two weeks ago, I bought an e-cigarette. I’m trying to quit.
Yep, after (I don’t want to say the number because my parents read this blog) years of smoking, I’m quitting. It’s time for us to break up.
E-cigarettes mean that I’m still getting nicotine, but in a different format and without all the accompanying chemicals that come in that little temptress of a white cylindrical devil that used to completely control me.
I have to admit, it’s very strange. I mean, I truly enjoyed smoking. I really did. I loved the smell, the taste, the delightful crinkling of the paper between my fingers, the sound the tobacco makes when it catches the fire…I could go on.
But here’s the thing:
After a few days of adjusting to the vapour, I admit, I have sneaked in a few “real” cigarettes, but they’re too much for me now! I know! I was as surprised as anyone but I just don’t like them anymore. I get a head rush, as if I was back to having my first cigarettes ever and I no longer like the taste or the smell. It’s too strong.
I’m hoping that in time I can start getting the fillers with less and less nicotine and wean myself down to nothing and finally, finally be a non-smoker. I’m getting too old for this anyway. But in the meantime, I’m proud of myself for getting this far.
It’s another great change for me. One that was a long time coming.