No, not my job. Tobacco products. In particular, cigars. Oh how I loved smoking my cigars. It was my “thing.” My one escape from the world and it’s relentless pressures. My cigar habits were not the expensive Cuban kind, but the corner store, poor man’s cigars. As not to promote nor advertise, I shall refer to them as the Whack and Wilds. I used to enjoy at least one Whack and Wild a day. But when shit hit the fan last year, I was blazing through 5 a day. I won’t lie like Mr. Bill. I inhaled from time to time. It was awesome as any addicted tobacco user would admit to.
Anyway, I knew of all the health risks…yada yada. But I used other things going on in my life as an excuse to keep smoking Whack and Wild’s. Yes, my kids knew I smoked Whack and Wild’s and they hated it. I would sit on the patio and make them stay in the house. I did not like doing that but I did not want them exposed to the smoke.
So what made me stop the Whack and Wild’s? First and foremost, me. I want to be a better me. Secondly, my youngest N, yelled at me last week. I was out on the patio enjoying a Whack and Wild when she called for me. I walked in and she yelled, “Daddy, when are you going to stop smoking?!?” It hit me. She was really pissed off.
It’ll be 7 days this Saturday since I had a Whack and Wild. I am doing great. I feel awesome and I can smell bear shit a mile away. I’ll be getting back in the gym as well. Also, in the last 7 days, I have saved almost $30. That’s about $120 a month I was spending to kill myself with the Whack and Wild’s.
I’d rather take that cash to spend on my mid-life crisis.
Vroom. Vroom.
