At six months, the pros of not smoking are really starting to mount up. All the usual-- feeling better, smelling better, etc. are certainly there. Last night, wife and I went to a class about 45 minutes away. Didn't even think about smoking on the trip over, would usually have had at least two. Sat thru the two-and-a-half hour class and not once thought about smoking.
I actually sat there wondering what was different--I was interested, paid attention to the course material, really got something out of the class, all very unusual for me. Typically I would have been nervous the entire time, not even listening, really wasting my time. It never occurred to me that I wasn't even thinking about smoking.
All that is the somewhat boring, nothing going on, no crisis report of what it's like at six months. I tell this because newcomers here sometimes have trouble relating to John and Linda and Marty and the others in multi-year quits as being "out there" somewhere and having forgotten what it was really like. Maybe six months is close enough to where they are to relate. Six months isn't that long and the comfort is real, the struggles are low.
Now for the bad news. I finally found a con to not smoking. Uh huh, that's right. I'm going to digress just a little. Now for you New York types this may not make a lot of sense, but try to imagine. On the way home last night we smelled a skunk that had been recently removed from this life by a vehicle. If you've never smelled fresh roadkill of the skunk persuasion, well you just haven't lived.
Now, the aroma of skunk permeating a vehicle in our part of the country is not a new experience by any means. But the pungence of the smell to my six months off smoking nose that can smell better than in the last 27 years was a less than welcome addition to my list of changes since quitting.
But that's not all. I found another con. For years I have know that the way to get rid of a skunk smell in the car is to light a Zippo lighter and let it burn for just a few seconds. Works every time. Wait a minute, you're way ahead of me. Last night, the first time all evening I had even thought about smoking was when I reached for my lighter to get rid of the skunk smell. Very casually, I withdrew my hand from my pocket, hoping wife hadn't noticed. I am usually very subtle :-) in those types of situations, but not last night. She just chuckled and said "You don't do that any more, remember?"
I still count it as a victory, but last night it was a somewhat "tainted" one.
You can dress me up, but you can't take me out. Not smoking for just over six months.