It’s now been three weeks since I quit smoking. I think I might have smoked a couple of cigarettes two weeks ago at the pub but I’m not sure. Quite frankly I was wasted and don’t remember much of the night so if I smoked it still doesn’t count. What you can’t remember never happened! Yes, it’s true. I promise. Well anyway, three weeks without a smoke and it’s going extremely well. Who would have thought it was this easy.

I think the difference between this attempt and my other failed attempts is that this time I really want to quit. Sure I’ve wanted to quite those other times as well but not really wanted it. And I haven’t let my family’s constant nagging and horror stories about cancer, heart diseases and all the other scary things smoking might give you affect me. I’m doing this for me and me only. I didn’t even tell them about it at first.

Now they know and they’re all oh so proud of me but I don’t really care about that. They’ve been nagging at me for so many years that I don’t want to hear a single opinion about my smoking or not smoking ever again, even if it’s praise. And I know it’s silly but part of me would like to continue smoking, just because they dislike it so much. After constant complaints for eight years I don’t want them to think I quit just because of those complaints and that they somehow won. Sure they don’t want me to die from cancer and I understand that. However complaining at me for years did nothing but piss me off. Seriously, you can’t make someone change. They have to want it themselves. Isn’t that so?