100 days of clean air, 100 days of having a decent sense of smell, 100 days of having a decent smell in other people’s sense, 100 days of white teeth, 100 days of walking a flight of stairs and still being able to breath normally…you guessed it: it’s been 100 days since I quit smoking!
I picked the right time to quit smoking. This disgusting habit (yes, I found it disgusting before I quit, in fact, it was one of the reasons I quit) is slowly but surely being banned all over Europe. But luckily help is at hand for the pulmonarily challenged. After having had a stroke a man who normally smoked 40 cigarettes a day suddenly didn’t feel the urge to smoke anymore, helping neuroscientists pinpoint the craving centre in the brain which might one day lead to more powerful methods of treatment. As if that wasn’t enough, a new anti-smoking drug that was launched in Britain recently promises to improve the odds of quitting threefold.
I think in order to celebrate this wonderful achievement of mine I will get plastered on a nice 18 year old Glenlivet tonight, giving my liver a run for its money instead. 😉