Life at № 42
I stopped smoking completely 12 days ago. A day and a half before we went to the funeral. A long time ago I used to smoke two packs of Marlboro 100’s per day. When Mike stopped smoking I moved to 10 Dannemann cigarillos p/day. Occasionally a bit more. Unfortunately my body isn’t what it used to be. The cough/flu I had a few weeks back was terribly unpleasant. I’m never, ever ill- and I really didn’t enjoy the experience.
I also (temporarily) reduced my alcohol intake to two glasses of wine per day. Sort of. Anyway, just until I feel 100% myself again. I will stick to the not smoking though. Except I’ll allow myself a single cigarillo on special occasions.
There’s been no stress associated to the experience- which I don’t find surprising at all. I’m under the impression that “addiction” as it’s understood by the public is a social construct, in great part due to AA (quasi-religious) propaganda. There is no basis to say human beings aren’t capable of moderation, unless of course, one decides they are incapable.