Today is Smoke-free Day 145. And Friday. Praise God.
Dear former self who used to inhale poison,
You, my little pal, were a stinky one. I know you thought that gums and perfumes and hand washing and hand lotion made it not be so, but I am more sure than ever that it was so because my sniffer has gone super, and I can smell a smoker from an aisle away. All this past week it's like the nasty smoke sniffer intensifier button has been pushed and turned this new feature on with full force. Smelling as I am now, this means others could smell you, and it did not smell good. Ever smell an ashtray? Yep, pretty much like that, but more stale in your hair and clothes and on your fingers. Ew. Your smoking fingers were the worst. The Chantix is long gone, and it's not always easy, but it's so very worth it, even just so that people cannot tell by smell if you have just left a certain area as they walk into it and want to gag. That's kind of creepy.
Love and non-stinky kisses,
Your current smoke-free self
Is it 5 yet?