I have never done a sponsored post before.
I am not that sort of blogger. (In the words of Seinfeld, ‘not that there is anything wrong with that’)
It’s just that nothing has ever appealed to me. Fit the tone of this blog.
I had this post in my head for a few months now anyway, so when I was approached by Nuffnang to post about how we quit smoking in March this year I was all Hellz To The Yeah.
Don’t worry, I am not going to harp and get on my high horse and tell you that it is killing you.
That your lungs are being destroyed with every single cigarette.
That you are shortening your life every time you hand over the cash for a packet of ‘cancer sticks’.
That if it doesn’t have to kill you to destroy the life of your family.
I am not going to bombard you with images of people rotting while they are alive or try and employ shock tactics.
I am not going to do this because in March 2009 I had a stroke.
In my mid 30’s.
I had a STROKE.
I gave up smoking then and there, terrified of dying.
And then something stressful happened and guess what I did?
What stupid fucking thing did I do?
I started smoking again.
But as they say ‘every cigarette is a nail in your coffin’
I KNEW that it could kill me.
I KNEW that it could mean another stroke, this one bigger and more bad arsed than the last.
I KNEW this.
Yet I still smoked.
But I was in the shower a few months ago and had an epiphany.
Or one of those ‘holy shit WHAT THE FUCKING FUCK KIND OF EVER LOVING BULLSHIT is this?’ moments.
Both MPS and I smoked.
Between us around a packet a day.
At SIXTEEN DOLLARS A PACKET.
On average ONE HUNDRED AND FIFTY DOLLARS a week up in smoke.
Three Hundred a fortnight.
SIX hundred a month.
Six hundred a month…
Oh My Freaking God that is:
an iPad a month.
A MacBook Air every 2 months.
Lobster for dinner every second day
Mani/Pedi every second day
Dinner at a fancy restaurant every week.
A repayment on a CAR that doesn’t break down.
Three kilos of Max Brenner chocolate a week
Tiffany & Co necklace in three weeks.
a stemless wine glass from Country Road in LESS than a day
and in 10 weeks I could have the shoes of my dreams *sigh*
Maybe MPS could even get something…
So we said goodbye to cigarettes.
Because despite the fact that we knew that it could kill us, the fact that I had had a STROKE, it took seeing how much money we were throwing away on a stupid stinky habit for us to finally say this shit is fucked up.
It has been 7 months and I am the first to say that it has been hard.
Within days of giving up a close family member was admitted to hospital.
Huge dramas that would have normally sent me outside with a full packet and a lighter.
My own illnesses.
But I stayed strong.
Thought about the money that I was saving.
How nice my hair smelled.
The extra time I had that I usually spent outside having a ‘quick’ cigarette.
And now, 7 months later, I am proud of myself.
I am proud of us.
So if seeing the images of people dying, losing their feet and teeth, the fact that you smell doesn’t sway you…
Just think of the money you are wasting on something so fucking stupid.
If I can do it, so can you.