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I have written time and time again that smoking is very very unhealthy. This fact is universally acknowledged.

Once more I am in a state of confusion of how people who want to improve, or maintain, their health can continue to smoke.

Smoking is of course incredibly addictive. Quitting the habit is thus very hard – but it can be done by anyone, even those with a genetic predisposition to metabolizing nicotine (albeit harder for them). Anyone can still go and get their nicotine in gum form though, that at least will undercut a huge amount of my complaints.

The ability of people to ignore the fact that smoking will kill them is amazing (including people with lung cancer), so it is, I suppose, not surprising that health-minded people will also ignore the truth.

I must say that when researching for all these posts I found it remarkable how people who smoke will blatantly deny smoking is bad for them, but admit it is bad for others. They all seem to agree smoking is bad, but dispute (consciously or not) that it will directly affect them, kinda like teenagers.

I include in this health category people who will avoid buying foods with pesticides and smoke. They won’t eat pesticides but they will willingly go out of their way to inhale them. Is inhaling them magically not as bad as digesting them?

Many people like to avoid toxic substances for good reasons, be it from foodstuffs, car exhaust, paints, and so on. A group of people who like to avoid toxic chemicals and other dangerous wastes will also smoke. How do these people justify their actions?

Do they even think about their actions?

I’m ultimately left wondering how can anybody remotely concerned with their health continue to smoke. Anybody have an answer for me?

I don’t know if it is the whole home buying thing, but my husband and I both have been a little, um, manic maybe? I think that’s the right way to describe it. So, last night we’re in bed reading for a while, and he gets up to brush his teeth.

The next thing I know, he’s turning his desk upside down looking for this one particular bill that he’s misplaced. I, of course, comfortable in bed, pleaded with him to look for it in the morning, along the lines of “FOR THE LOVE OF GOD COME TO BED ALREADY!” or something quiet and subdued, because I’m good like that.

To make a long story short, I suggested that it might be in my work bag, because when I had to get our resident parking stickers, I needed recent mail for each of us, individually. As he’s looking through my work bag, apparently he found…


If you’ve been reading along, you’ll know that he HATES smoking. You’ll also know that I don’t really smoke all that much, maybe a few cigs a day if I’m stressed out, sometimes I go for many days in a row without smoking one. Not recently, but sometimes.

And I know, it’s BAD, it’s BAD for you, it SMELLS, it’s GROSS, it’s DISGUSTING, believe me, I know. So somehow, we finally get to sleep, and this morning as I’m driving to work, I reach into my bag and lo and behold…no cigarettes. He THREW them out! And now? I want one.

Isn’t it funny? I can go days without it, but now that they’re not available, it’s all I can think about!

Ok, so the snow. Yep, pretty, check. Yep, pain in the ass, check. Yep, still freezing. UGH! Today is March 1, less than a month until the official start of spring, and I’ll believe it when I see it.

Also? I am sick. I’ve been sort of fighting off this low-level flu-ish type of thing, and I think it is finally winning. I am very rarely sick, and I just feel weak, exhausted, feverish, alternately cold and hot, my muscles hurt, I have a headache, and someone in my general area is eating microwave popcorn and the smell of it is making me want to vomit. Plus, my face is breaking out.

To be completely honest, one zit to me equals a breakout. So in honest terms, I have a zit. I think I’m going to go home. I didn’t even take a shower this morning. I took one right before bed last night, and I just did not have the energy this morning to shower again and do my hair.

Thank god my husband shoveled out my car, because I would have just packed it in right then and there. I think going home to bed will do me some good and get me back up to 100% for tomorrow.

And, our offer on the house expires at 8 p.m. tonight. I know our chances are about 50/50 but I am not good at this waiting game. Knowing one way or the other will be a huge relief! Hopefully I will get home, go straight to bed, and wake up feeling much better. Keep your fingers crossed for me.

Oh, and one more thing? The Bachelorette – WHATEVER. I didn’t like that girl from the get-go.

I may be delirious with fever. Goodbye.