I've been tobacco-free for forty days now. No dipping, spitless tobacco, snuff, Snus, chew, chaw, or whatever else the hell you want to call it. I didn't use any sort of medication. I didn't take "That Pill" or the 'patches', nor did I chew 'The Gum." I actually have utilized a lot of willpower this time. Not to mention, "The Flu."
I caught that 'bug' that was going around before Thanksgiving 2009. It was a tough one to kick, down in my lungs, and pretty hard to breathe without coughing. And, as I lay there, on my death bed, I started thinking to myself how I'm probably responsible for part of the difficulty I was having in kicking the cold. So thus, that little glimmer of "I should quit smoking" arose in me. The night after Thanksgiving, I smoked the last cigarette that I had in the house, and haven't smoked another since.
With this tobacco thing currently kicked, for over a month now! I've started working on this other idea for me to quit, fast food cheeseburgers.
Yeah, I said that..."I want to quit fast food cheeseburgers." I didn't say, I'm quitting cheeseburgers. What I mean is this, I don't know where that meat came from in that delicious cheeseburger, or for that matter...how many cows are in that piece of meat!
I suppose to clarify, I watched a pretty amazing documentary the other day, "Food Inc." that re-introduces the viewer to the mass-production mechanization that is our modern food marvel. So, one realization I walked away from the film with was that in most every cheeseburger you get from any fast food restaurant will have fragments of beef from at least 1,000 different cattle.
Maybe it's just me, but I'd like to devour only one animal at a time.
I think there are surely more things left to quit.
