I cannot recall my first puff. Even though I know that it was a time to sneak behind my house or my school to have the first puff. Thinking about it now, why did I take the first puff.
Was it peer pressure?
Was it just defiance on my part?
I cannot place blame on any person, but myself. I accept the responsibility for my habit because I thought then, that smoking is something cool, normal and I could get away with it.
I must have been about seventeen when I started smoking. I was in high school. I remember sneaking around with my school friends, cousins, and friends on the street to have a puff.
Smoking as a teenager, you need to hide. I knew it was wrong. I knew that if my mum found out she would not be happy. Yet, I continued the habit.
I did not foresee that many years later, I am still smoking and know that with each puff I am causing harm to my body.
I am on the road to stop the habit.
It is time for me to quit smoking. I have tried to quit before. Tried the patches. Tried the gum. Tried to old-fashioned willpower. Today I am trying the method of blogging. Blogging to quit my addictive habit of smoking.
Today is the first day I start my quit smoking program. This morning I smoked two cigarettes. Not sure why. I do know that it is a habit. A habit I need to break.
I have two cigarettes left.