Cancer Sticks a No-Go

Congratulate me: it’s officially been over a month since I’ve had a cigarette.

It’s so strange to think that just a year ago, I would bust out onto my freezing cold, covered in snow & ice rooftop in NY just to inhale cancer causing chemicals into my body. It’s even stranger to think that just four months ago I was living in a city where 60ºF weather would be a paradise. Now, in California winter, anything under 70ºF and I’m freezing (and complaining about how cold I am). But I digress.

My doctor actually called me today to tell me how happily surprised he was that I was so incredibly healthy—save for my Vitamin D deficiency—and that I should continue doing whatever it is I’m doing. Yay, me. Quitting smoking is something I’ve promised myself for so, so long and I’m so glad it’s paying off especially considering my long history with the bad habit.

The first cigarette I ever had was when I was 13-years-old. I was running with an Asian crew back then and it was the “cool” thing to do to hang at the corner and smoke menthols. Oh, how I wish I was uncool back then. I pretty much smoked on and off until high school when I really found myself addicted to those awful sticks. By the time I was 16, I was smoking regularly—first Marlboro Reds, then Parliament Lights, then Camel Turkish Gold—and was able to keep it a secret from my family for years. I did make one attempt to quit when I was 18 and was rather successful for about a year until I went though a stressful move to San Diego and then a huge falling out with my boyfriend at the time. I was 19, incredibly sensitive, and completely alone in a new city so I used exercise and cigarettes as an outlet.

A similar situation happened to me when I moved to NY, though it was more along the lines of socializing and by NY standards that means partying in which alcohol and cigarettes are practically the norm. In truth, while I was trying to meet people in a new city in which I knew no one—much like my situation in San Diego—I was also attempting to redefine myself after a long 7-year relationship in which I pretty much grew up dating my high school sweetheart. Moreover, I was also trying to simultaneously cope with missing my family in a new city and a new coast with only a teeny-tiny support system to rely on. Eventually of course, I created my own little family in NY with close friends and certain family members… but by then the habit of walking into the streets and lighting up was just too hard to break. Now that I’m back in California and especially because I see my nephews often, it’s so much easier to quit. Besides that… I can walk farther, run faster, and sing louder.

So let’s see… smell like an ashtray and look older than I am OR look younger, healthier, fitter, more refreshed and smell like spring time in Paris? I think I’ll take the latter.

By the way, if you ever see me out socializing and tipsy with a cigarette, I give you full permission to smack it out of my hand & maybe slap me around a bit as well (though I can’t promise I won’t hit you back).


Post a Day 2011

I love challenges.

WordPress is experimenting with a new site called The Daily Post to give professional, amateur and casual writers a-like a bit of motivation to write more and more and more. I’m definitely in the third class of blog writing but it’s always fun to test my ability to stick with something.

So far this year I’ve had three goals:

[one] STOP SMOKING—even socially. I always promised myself I would stop at 25. It’s time to do the cold turkey route and stop back tracking. I once stopped for a year a half, but stress and life and drama caught up with me and I used smoking as a means to distract me from my real problems. But no more excuses, I have to stop… J’arrête! Pára! Halt! Pare! ¡Alto! [I somehow remembered how to say “stop” in six languages. Can you guys add any to my list?] It’s been 9 days and I’m smoke free. Yippee!

[two] Try to keep my word of the year in mind: Positivity. I’ve always been a rather sarcastic person but relatively drama and judgement free but since moving back to good old Los Angeles, I’ve found I’ve become quick to question people’s intentions. So, in hopes that I do not become yet another one of the jaded souls in the film industry I’m going to try and stick with some positive thought. Here’s hoping.

[three] Practice playing the guitar every single day. I did not take any music lessons growing up and while that is regrettable it’s definitely not an excuse to not try and learn now. I’m not attempting to be a musician. I love music because while it’s hard for some people to understand how I’m feeling at any given moment Billie, Harrison, Lennon, McCartney, Starr, Michael, Aaliyah, Ellington, Costello, Thomm and the other ever present loves of my life always will. So as long as music remains a huge part of my life, it would be absolutely wonderful to be able to accompany myself without cringing because of stupid errors.

And now [four] posting daily.

I just have to hope you guys won’t get sick of me.