Have I addressed the phenomenon of coffee and cigarettes? I’m
sure (almost) everyone who quits the cancer sticks has to face this at some
point on their smoke free journey. I thought I would reach that fork in the
road much sooner. I drink coffee to the
point where I can no longer hide behind the fancy “antioxidants”. It's just straight bad for me, the amount I drink. But my intake has increased since I stopped smoking. I wasn’t surprised: it
provides a chemical stimulus and an oral preoccupation. Plus, when I was still smoking, I found that I
didn’t’ actually love the sensation
of the two together. Coffee and cigarettes left my mouth feeling like an ash
tray that someone poured day-old coffee into.
But I sit here today, sipping my café au lait and thinking to
myself, “Mmmm…cigarettes.” Ok, I know it is unlikely that I’ll start smoking
today. But regardless, good thing I don’t have a pack on me, right?
Ha! Wrong. It doesn’t matter because there is a gas station across
the street from this (super cool, it’s totally my favorite in Minneapolis)
coffee shop. 50 feet away I can buy
cigarettes to enjoy with my coffee. It might actually be less/more than 50
feet, I’ve always been a horrible judge of distance.
But have no fear; I don’t intend to march over there and
purchase the most addictive substance on the planet….
Or do I…?
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