Quitter, Day 12

Though I expected that I would be using this space as a way of coping with nicotine withdrawal, I found that doing so would have just been counter-productive. When I started talking about it with S or with friends, I noticed that my jones grew rather than subsided. So, the update is that today is my twelfth straight day without smoking.

One thing I would add: When S and I were talking about women smoking during pregnancy, she said she couldn’t imagine how hard it would be to try to quit at the same time you’re going through all of the other first trimester symptoms. I told her that it wouldn’t be hard at all. Stopping and ridding one’s self of the nicotine addiction is not that hard if you really want to do it. The difficult part of quitting is staying quit.

I’ve quit now three times, ridding my body of nicotine on each occasion. Both times before this one, obviously, I’ve slid back into it because I thought I could be that ideal smoker, someone who smokes one or two times a month, no more than two or three at a time. I just don’t think that can ever happen for me.

Hopefully, this time I’ve got a reason to stay a quitter.

Resolution, of a Sort

S and I met in college. We haven’t been together the whole time since, but did date for nearly two years at Berkeley.

During that time, I stopped smoking for two days, because S found it annoying. I was courting her, and thought it might impress her. Once I successfully wooed her, I went right back to smoking.

She asked me once if I ever planned to quit, more of a general question than any kind of a nag. I thought about it, and told her that I liked it too much to make any concrete plans. But, once it was no longer just me that I was affecting with my habit, I supposed I would have to quit. I told her that I would quit when my significant other became pregnant.

Well, S is now pregnant, and I must fulfill that promise, to her and to myself.

I have quit before, once for over a year. The hardest part to overcome is the first three days, and I must plan for them accordingly. So, while it will not be tomorrow, I will start soon. My plan is to start lowering my intake over the next few days, and then find a suitable nicotine substitute to ease off the cigarettes. I also plan to use this space to help me cope, so if reading about one smoker’s attempts to overcome an addiction bores you, I would suggest that you check back in 5 or 6 weeks when this is no longer my primary focus.

And, why, you may ask, would I be using this space as a coping mechanism? Because this New Year’s resolution, that I effectively made over 15 years ago, is #45 – Quit Smoking.

Napolitana, Finally

In October when we were here last, I wanted to try what is reported to be the best milanese napolitana in Buenos Aires. We went to The Place with No Name on Honduras (I suspect it’s called Bar de Gallegos, though I cannot be sure) on our last day for lunch before the flight. I placed the order, but soonafter, our server returned to tell me that they had just served the last milanese. I was utterly heartbroken.

I made it a mission to go this time, earlier in the day so I could be sure they wouldn’t run out. We arrived this morning around 11am, only to be told that lunch didn’t start until noon. We walked around Palermo Viejo for an hour and then went back to PWNN.

In case you don’t know what a milanese napolitana is, it is close to a chicken fried steak. A breaded steak, topped with ham, cheese, tomato sauce, and green herbs (or peas, in some cases), it is a wonderful indulgence. PWNN was, in fact, the best I have had. About a foot wide and an inch thick, it shames most chicken fried steak, or anything called a steak in the US. We split two orders between the three of us, and were stuffed.

Walked around Palermo a little more, then for our 3pm snack, went to La Cupertina for empanadas and alfajores. The alfajores at these little bakeries are sooo much better than the pre-packaged ones you can buy at stores or Havana, I think because the good ones are so crumbly that they wouldn’t make it through mass production in one piece. We never tried the local ones when we were here in October, and now we understand the obsession.

Got back to the apartment, took some naps, and then S called United and changed our flights. So now, we are leaving a day later, and making up for the day we lost on the front end of this trip. We are celebrating by heading to Parilla 1880 for dinner tonight.