Four years since I stopped smoking
As I coughed the best part of my small intestines up through mucopurulent lungs this afternoon at work, I spared a not-so-compassionate thought for smokers who have a cold.
That's when it hit me: I stopped smoking four years and four days ago, and the anniversary of one of the best decisions in my life went completely overlooked.
I used to light up on average thirty times a day (less on a weekday, more on a night out), which means that over the course of four years I have:
- not smoked approximately 43,800 cigarettes;
- not spent approximately 10,950 pounds;
- not driven away with my stinky breath exactly one boyfriend.
Sunday 8 July 2007 at 7:02 am
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