The time has come. I’m ready & I’ve decided because I want to, not because a million other people feel the need to tell me. I’m quitting smoking.
Yes, yes, I am a smoker. Once you’ve all finished tutting and shaking your heads, I’ll carry on.
I don’t smoke around the children. I’ve never smoked while pregnant, and no, I’m not proud of it, but there we go.
Hubs managed to quit before Xmas with the help of the doctors and a magic tablet called Champix, so on Monday I went along and asked for the same tablet.
So far so good, I’ve cut down a lot, I now have one or two a day. My final quit day is the 28th Feb, so I will be starting March as a non smoker.
I’ve decided to quit for various reasons, all the obvious ones really, I don’t want to die young, I don’t want old skin and yellow teeth, I don’t want my children to smoke, and I resent paying over £6 for a packet of fags. I’m almost 30, I’ve got to start looking after my skin, or I’ll start looking a LOT older than I am (and while that was great when I was 16, its not so hot now)
So people. Bear with me while I’m snappy, moody and aggressive. And if I put any weight on, well, you won’t like me when I’m *that* angry.
wish me luck…..