Healthy, and Smoke Free

I was sitting here thinking, as I was on the phone with a vendor, about how sick I used to be. When I was smoking I practically stayed at the doctor's office. Since I quit, I haven't really even been sick. Maybe I shouldn't brag too much about that, as fate tends to frown on pride, but I think this is less pride than it is evidence that smoking is bad for you. I quit and now I'm healthier. I'm fatter, but healthier. If I weren't so sedentary, I might not be fat, either.

Every once in a while, when I'm around smokers, I get that little gnawing on my insides to take a puff. Then I take a deep breath, remember how good it feels to breathe freely, and totally reconsider. There was a time when any deep breath would have brought on a coughing fit. Now, taking a deep breath reminds me how clean my lungs feel.

Quitting was hard. At least it felt hard. Really, all I had to do was quit wasting money on cigarettes. The rest was purely psychological. It simulated physical pain, but I knew it was all in my head. I didn't need those things at all. And I'm proud to say (have mercy fates!) that still don't need 'em!