I Quit

I am officially quitting the cancer sticks as of tomorrow...cold turkey.

Oh, did you know...the etymology of "cold turkey" most likely derives from the phrase talk turkey, in which someone deals matter-of-factly with a subject. Some, however, believe the derivation is from the comparison of a cold turkey carcass and the state of a withdrawing addict — most notably, the cold sweats and goose bumps. It is often preceded by the verb "to go," as in "going cold turkey." Thanks Wikipedia! End tangent.

I (re) started smoking a couple years back, after having quit when I was in college, to see if I could drop a few pounds. Dumb idea, I know. It didn't work. Then, it turned into more of a relaxation aid, especially in the car. And even more so when I am out drinking. It's never the nicotine that I crave, but more the soothing effect it has, because when I'm not stressed or wanting to relax, I never feel the need to smoke. There are much better ways to de-stress and relax than smoking up my lungs. Tequila also works great! But, then there's that whole drinking and driving thing to deal with, but I digress.

Also, I am embarking on a two week trip with the parentals who don't know about the whole smoking thing. Oh, and starting next week at work, we'll be in a brand new office, so we can't smoke in there like we can in this shithole warehouse. I'm not really one for going outside every couple hours just to have a smoke. You could call that being lazy, but I call it another really good reason/excuse to just quit. So, here I am, smoking my last few cigarettes, wishing them well in their future endeavors of blackening someone else's lungs. Yay for me.