The Post’s Julie Simpson wants to quit smoking after 25 years. She’s agreed to write a diary of her progress for the next four weeks.
WHEN my wee boy runs around the park, I want to be fit and healthy enough to do it with him.
Callum, my youngest, is only four years old and has his whole life in front of him.
I don’t want to be wheezing and out of breath when he wants to do things with me.
But if I continue smoking, I’m scared that’s the person I’ll become.
That’s why I’ve decided to kick my 25-year habit, which started as something casual but gradually became much more.
Smoking is a crutch. It’s a drug that only smokers themselves can understand.
I’ve tried stopping before and have managed it a number of times, like when I was pregnant with my three kids.
But as soon as they were born, I was straight back.
I started purely for socialising. But I gradually went from a couple a day to 10. The more I smoked, the more I needed.
I’m now on at least 15 a day and spending more than £1500 a year on my habit.
That money could be used to take us on a really nice holiday and of course it crosses my mind that it’s literally going up in smoke.
But the main reason I want to give up is for my health.
The older I get, and the more years I’m a smoker, the more I worry about my future.
So I’ve thrown away all my lighters and hidden the ashtrays.
Next I’ll be getting the patches and signing up to the Fresh Air-shire scheme that’s designed to help people like me.
I’m determined to stop, and even though it won’t be easy, I know I have to do it.