1. I was unpacking my suitcase post-MN Thanksgiving and dug a pack of cigarettes out from underneath the zippered lining. When I went to Europe after graduating college, I had lined up a carton of Parliament Lights underneath the lining- not for customs, not because I thought I was going to get into trouble, but because they fit so nicely between the joints that connected to the retractable handle. And that was in 2008.
I quit smoking about 3 months ago and the fact that this pack of cigarettes still stands unopened on my nightstand is proof that I am not only a grown-up who cares about her health, but a non-smoker. Because in my former life, 2008 or not, I would have smoked them if I was drunk or desperate enough. See, there it is unopened:
2. Last week someone asked me what I liked to do for fun and I had to honestly answer “I don’t know, I do a lot of pilates”. One of my quit-smoking strategies had to include an activity that alleviated my stress with the success a delicious puff on a Parliament Light once had on my mental health. The worst part is I actually like pilates and know the schedule by heart and attend without brow beating or threats. I used to be one of those people that mocked their friends for excessive exercise and healthy eating while holding a beer in one hand and a cigarette in the other. Now look at me, I’m one of them.
3. I called in sick this week. Why? Because I was sick. And being that I am a salaried employee with 5 sick days (plus 2 personal days and 10 vacation days) a year, I can do shit like that. It used to take excessive blood loss or vomiting to even consider not showing up to make that $10 an hour, but look at me now.