The First Puff

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.

Time to Quit

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.