Thoughts 
I am going to snitch 100% on myself. But it is time I lay the tobacco use to rest. I HATE nicotine cessation.
I picked up smoking around 18, and my mother has smoked since she was in her early 20s. She’s a year away from 60 now. Her cardiology report came back well for someone who can dwindle down a pack a day. My dad has never touched a cigarette in his entire life.
I myself was crushing a pack or a pack a day from 20-24 years old. The wave of e cigs, vapes, and mech mods was such a lure for me so I switched from lighters and ash trays to flavored nicotine juice. What never ever considered was how much more nicotine you get from a vape than a cigarette. The concentrations can be upwards of 30% per one tank/cartridge.
Currently I am going through one tank worth of vaping from a brand named FOGER, in two weeks almost flat. It’s to the point where if I experience post nasal drip, it tastes like whatever flavor of vape I’ve bought.
Secondly is the health concerns. While I don’t actively feel anything, I know that’s not an excuse, and while I carry both my parents genes who both do not have susceptibilities to heart disease, that does not mean I can get away with anything, OR assume heart disease is just gonna skip over me.
I woke up this morning feeling so great, and before I even rolled out of bed I ripped a deep hit from my vape and immediately felt it hit the top of my head. And I just had to come clean with myself. You have to stop.
Do I think the years of training has helped me? Yes. To what degree? I don’t know. And “damage control” isn’t the right word, or way of thinking because one of the two only works so much, and stopping works statistically better.
The issue is the habits, the stress reduction, the complete re-working of learned behavior, the withdrawals, and the unruly irritation of cutting back/stopping. On an emotional day, I’d rather eat pine nuts and have to later stab myself with an EpiPen than stop vaping.
However….it has to be done. The upper kitchen cabinet has patches, and NRT gum from both of me and my husband’s attempt to stop over the years.
This is one of those things where I can’t even draw up a plan as to where to start or what to do, other than reach for a patch or gum and take the day second by second. Because the plans look lovely on paper, but something as simple as dropping something on the ground can take me from “wow I’m making progress” to starting all over again, and rebounding harder.
But it just….has to be done. I’m not old by any means, but I am 30 now. Health issues can often just have no regards for old or how young people are.
So there’s that. Weee 