It has been a well documented fact that I am a smoker, I have always been honest about that fact and although I am not a wonder round the streets kind of smoker. I do and have enjoyed a cigarette stood outside my back door come rain or shine. My 2 favourite occasions for lighting up have been out drinking (not that I go often the last time was February) and the second and my most prolific sparking up time is while I am on the phone.
I have known for a while that I wanted to give up especially as it is most certainly effecting my fitness level while I have been playing hockey and going to boot camp. However I also knew that trying to get my head round both at the same time really would have sent me over the edge.
So with 4.5 stone lost and a renewed vigour to lose more weight, be fitter and healthier for myself and my family …. D-Day is looming and a few weeks ago I set myself a quit date of 1st September. My duty-free stock pile from my holiday is running low and now it is becoming real.
I have never smoked in my home and I really HATE the smell but I think I have been hanging onto it as a 5 minute respite from the house/children/life in which I can be selfish.
When I discovered I was pregnant with both Joshua and Bethany I gave up easily and even now I can on some days not even think about them until lunchtime, however I am feeling a little anxious this time round … does it mean that I know this is the last stand and that I will finally get my life fag free and my lungs back to myself? or is it a fear that I may let myself down that is causing the pesky anxiety?
Either way the date is set and I am looking forward to getting some money back in my pocket and maybe who knows I may develop a fondness for shopping in its place .. ?