Addicted
Finding My Way from Hot Mess to Nama-Stacy I quit smoking on January 1 st at 11:00am. I’m a non smoker now but...I’m going to level with you guys, I’m still an addict. Not a day has gone by that I haven’t thought of walking to the supermarket by my house and buying a loose Nevada. Just one. (Nobody would ever have to know.) I’d stand by the dumpster, with my dirty little secret, and flick my Bic at the end of that cigarette. The empty paper at the end would crackle as it ignited and glow red while I pulled that first drag of smoke into my mouth. It’s been so long since my body’s had a hit of nicotine, I’d feel it right away – that familiar lightness in my head and tingling in my fingertips. That feeling -while oddly satisfying- isn’t what I miss, though. It may sound bizarre but the loss of the emotional support cigarettes provided me has been devastating. In the 6 months that have past since I quit smoking, the tobacco stains on my fingers and teeth have faded. However...