Today is Smoke-free Day 183.
After previous attempt at winter camping in a yurt were sidetracked a couple weekends back (actually, thankfully we did not go, because we would have been stranded or even much worse, and so many people are still recovering from losing everything that weekend in places like Vernonia, Oregon), we finally made our yurt dreams happen this past weekend.
We had a blast. Yurts are as awesome as I thought, and I want to own and live in one of the not canvas camping kinds (who knew they could be so deluxe? - **note, no, ours was not even remotely as deluxe as those in the picture - that's just what I would love to actually live in someday**). There was heat, but it was still chilly. Since I no longer smoke, in theory, my circulation is better, so my hands had a better chance of being warmer. That was welcome since I needed my fingers in order to beat Tom's butt at Scrabble.
The funny thing about the campfire, and I *love* campfires, was that I always used to enjoy being able to sit around and chat with Tom while still being able to smoke because it blended in well enough or something that it was just different and less annoying. Even in the earlier Chantix days of my quit over this summer (I quit smoking June 18, 2007), I marveled when fellow Chantix bloggers talked about camping and not smoking. Fast forward to now, and this time, I found myself kind of avoiding the smoke from the campfire and even concerned about breathing too much of it into my lungs. And then I had a little chuckle at myself because it wasn't so long ago that I willingly and (approximately hourly) deliberately breathed in smoke along with lots and lots and lots of chemicals and poison. I guess today I just care more about my body and don't want to go out of my way to be so abusive to it as I was as a smoker. Thankfully, I think there is plenty of room for a little campfire once in awhile. And a toasted marshmallow.