Here are seven things I’ve learned since the end of February this year. I already knew them, but I can emphatically state them now, empirically, not just because I’m caustic.
- Food doesn’t taste better when you quit smoking. That’s a lie, a crock, a steaming pile. You need to chew something, to do something to satisfy the oral fixation which comes from smoking, so you eat. It doesn’t taste different, but you’ll stuff it in your face and chew it anyway. The taste is EXACTLY THE SAME AS IT ALWAYS WAS.
- You can’t smell things any better when you quit smoking than you did before you quit. When I smoked, I had a nose like a bloodhound. I could smell ingredients in food walking into a restaurant. Not just types of food; the individual components of food. My sense of smell is NOT enhanced by quitting. Period.
- You can’t breathe easier when you quit smoking. To hear ex-smokers tell it, they quit and within a few weeks could run marathons when they got winded walking to the mailbox before they quit. Another lie. Bullsh!t, I call. It’s another steamer, a big barrel of it. I’m just as easily winded now as before. Maybe more so.
- The cravings for cigarettes don’t stop after the third or fourth day. Bullsh!t again. I know a lady who quit 20 years ago. You know what she said? She said she’s wanted a cigarette for 20 years. It NEVER GOES AWAY.
- I don’t have more time because I’m not smoking. There are 24 hours in a day; that’s 1440 minutes; 86,400 seconds. There’s a period after that. There is a fixed amount of time in a day. Smoking has nothing to do with how much of it exists. Another Bumpy Brown Fish floating in the soup. That’s a turd, if you don’t know.
- You won’t have any more energy when you quit smoking than before you did. Another crock of crap. A huge load, in fact. I actually have LESS energy than before, and that’s quite something. Only slow-moving three-toed sloths have less than I do and that might be reversed now.
- You will have more money to spend on useless things. You’ll probably spend it on the extra food you consume. Or new clothes to accommodate the new, HUGE ass you’ve obtained by quitting. Or to buy gum to try and stem the tide of food sloughing into your mouth at every moment. That one IS true. Seeing it pile up? THAT’s a load of crap.
There you have it. A list of seven things I learned since February of this year, when I quit smoking. Why do smokers lie like this, perpetuate this stupidity?
Because if they don’t tell themselves these things, they won’t have ANY motivation to quit. None. Unemployment and need drove me. Nothing else.
Just thought I’d share.