I love smoking. After a meal or when I don’t know what to do in a social group. What else am i supposed to do with my hands when i don’t say anything ? And the smoke is like my stress coming out from my body. Fantastic. But it stinks, and really, i find the taste awful. The worse is when i try to swin or run; you could hear me breathing like a cow giving birth.
So when my friend Fairy (not her real name) ask me if i wanted to quit with her, i painfully said yes. So we each bought an electronic cigarette and we tried to forget tobacco.
It was hard. All the excuses were good for rolling a cigarette and getting one more egg closer to cancer. But i held. The heat wave did help, i was to hot to go out, at least.
First day over. Hope it’ll last.
I used to smoke pot and the actual act of smoking was so therapeutic for me too. I think that it’s so nice because it’s intentional breathing, which we rarely do on a day-to-day basis. Maybe working some breath work or meditation into your daily routine would be a nice way to ease the loss of your old routines.