How Quitting Smoking Makes You Lazy
It’s been something like ten months since my husband and I quit smoking.
Yes, I know, we are awesome and you wish you could be as awesome as us. But that’s not the point I want to discuss (today).
Today I want to tell you about how I realized recently that my ability to “stay quit” is directly tied to my inherent laziness. Also, possibly, my slovenliness.
I recently (several weeks ago) returned home from a vacation. The evidence of this trip remains in the form of the mostly full suitcase that sits in the middle of my bathroom floor. I like to think of it as a closer, and therefore more convenient, closet. Because it is so convenient, I pulled a shirt and pair of pants out of it the other day after I had taken a shower.
I held up the pants and noticed they may have been a bit wrinkly. The shirt also had a few signs of having been wadded up into a ball for a while. I contemplated putting them in the laundry and walking all the way over to my closet for a fresher outfit. But then…
I sniffed them.
Wrinkled? yes. Stinky? No. Good enough for a day of working from home? Absofreakinglutely!
As I was pulling on my previously worn, packed and not yet unpacked clothing, it occurred to me that I would never have been able to get away with this if I still smoked.
When you smoke, you have to wash all of your clothes the first time you wear them because otherwise they smell horrific. But when I quit smoking, I started hanging my clothes back up if they were still clean because it’s better for your clothes to not wash them constantly. No, really. Yes, as an added benefit, you end up with less laundry. But Stacy and Clinton swear you shouldn’t over-launder your garments! HONEST!
I don’t have to wash my hair as often. In fact, if I’m willing to put my hair up, I can completely skip showering some days! Again, this is something you can’t do when you’re walking around with day old smoke in your hair.
I don’t have to leave the house at all on some days. When I was a smoker, I inevitably had to get dressed and go out to buy more cigarettes at some point in the day. Yes, my husband works out of the house and could bring some home at the end of the day, but The Law of Smoking reads that, “thou shalt run out of cigarettes at the most inconvenient time. Always.” Now, as long as I have something relatively nutritious to eat, I can go several days without having to leave my home.
I’m suddenly wondering why I felt the need to explain that re-wearing clothes was not gross.
I’m really grateful that I no longer have to worry about clean clothes, regular bathing, or inconvenient mixing with members of society.
How Quitting Smoking Makes You Lazy





