Subtle Changes

Day 75

I've always loved the smell of cigarette smoke, since I was young, around 12 or so I remember walking on the street behind a smoker and enjoying the scent that wafted into my nostrils.

Early in my quit attempt I would deliberately place myself in the position to smell second hand smoke as a means of getting through a craving. I felt as though I'd always enjoy the smell of cigarette smoke and it would be an ongoing battle.

This evening walking behind a friend who was a smoker, I had to get upwind of him as the smell was too irritating. The smell of third hand smoke absolutely turns my stomach at the moment.

I may be becoming the dreaded militant non-smoker I've always despised.