If I'd written this blog 4 years and 1 day ago, it would have been about the incredible virtues of having a cigarette after a fine meal. That creamy smoke just capping off the day…er,
the moment! Luckily for me, and I'm sure for even some of you, I quit.
I smoked for 29 years. I started out smoking
cigarillos then graduated to Export A. By the time I quit I was often going through 3 packages in a day. 75 cigarettes. As I often like to say though, I didn't smoke all of them. I'd have one in the ashtray and be lighting another,
one sitting on the table, one in each ear etc..I tried to quit twice in all of those years. The first time I just said that's it and threw them away. I was a shivering nervous wreck by lunch time. People who know me used to say, "Randy you should quit. You're
this big foody and you smoke, it doesn't make any sense. You can't taste your food". Of course I'd counter that as non smokers, they couldn't understand the joys of that fine little tobacco capper. The second time I purchased a package of Nicoderm patches
and went a whole week before I encountered that unyeilding combination of a pool table, a good friend and beer. Off came the patch, out came the
Then two things happened. The economy took a bit of a downturn and I met my wife. I suddenly had much better things to spend my money on. One night, going to the store for cigarettes
I found I was a little short and instead of my customary carton, I bought one package. That one package cost me almost 12$ and this was 2007. I hadn’t bought a single package of cigarettes in years and as I drove away I was aghast at how much it had cost me
and I knew, I’d just need another pack in the morning. I did some quick mental calculations…buying cartons, I was spending $8000.00 a year on cigarettes. It was as if a switch finally clicked and in the morning I went to the drugstore and picked up a box of
Nicoderm patches. The funny thing is, in that moment when I left the store I knew right then, I was done. I quit. Oh sure, I had a new pack and I was smoking one of them when I decided but at that point it was just the mechanics of quitting left. Mentally
I was there.
About 3 months later, I found the damned patch was actually causing the jones and so then, off it came and I was donesville
Now this blog seems like it’s about me quitting smoking, and it is but also; one of the things I was so looking forward to as my time as a non-smoker grew, was the amazing taste sensations
I‘d been repeatedly told I was missing. Well, I waited and waited. I discovered that the best cigarette ever was the one right after a good meal but the absence of that cigarette did not markedly improve said meal. I discovered that quit smoking sites are
not for everyone. (They vilified smoking. I needed grief counseling, not hate therapy).
The advertised improved sense of taste? Not so much.
Where I did make gains was in my sense of smell. Now we’re talking. It’s kinda gross but the first discovery was that urine has a smell. I’d kind of not noticed that for all my life.
Then other things, lots of things, suddenly had new olfactory life. I suppose one could say it made my food better but really, it didn’t taste any better, just smelled better.
The other things, more energy. Nope. Increased stamina. Nope. Clearer lungs, nope. On and on, the only real and immediate long term benefit I realized from quitting smoking was my
newly restored sense of smell.
How about you guys? Food and no tobacco, any improvements for you?