I'm hoping it's been long enough that that's now ironically cool 
I started vaping a couple of weeks ago once it became undeniably clear that the smokies were killing me.
I spent a lot of time with my grandparents growing up - grandfather quit after a heart attack before I was born, grandmother rolled her own up until the point where she wore an oxygen mask for the rest of her life. The rest of my family on that side, with the exception of my mother, have suffered through the kinds of health concerns that come along with what we used to do.
Needless to say, but when my parents found out that I'd started smoking 15+ years ago, it caused a rift that lasted along time. I'd avoid going to go see them since I "knew" I had to be stealthy and I'd end up being rather not myself all day until I could sneak outside for a smoke after they'd gone to bed. In the last couple of years, I realized I'd rather spend what time I could with them so I started smoking more openly (in as much as I'd go for a walk or eventually just walk to the end of the drive). I know I was never really hiding anything but I guess I thought, out of sight out of mind.
I received my first starter kit about two weeks ago and once it came in, I'd managed to cut back from 30-40 smokies a day to 2-3. After a couple of days, the fact that I could actually feel like I could get enough oxygen again and started to smell things I'd never noticed before had me excited enough to let my parents know what I'd done (plus I guess the added "bonus" of the guilt I'd get if I slid back wouldn't hurt)
Fast forward to today and my mom called to check on my progress. Coincidentally, today was the first day I've not had a smokey since I started vaping (I finally have all the corner stores I normally visit untrained so they don't already have a pack rung up when I get to the counter) so I told her so. That was a happy and her response of "so what flavour are you on today?" - even more so
Just my little story but it made me happy.
I started vaping a couple of weeks ago once it became undeniably clear that the smokies were killing me.
I spent a lot of time with my grandparents growing up - grandfather quit after a heart attack before I was born, grandmother rolled her own up until the point where she wore an oxygen mask for the rest of her life. The rest of my family on that side, with the exception of my mother, have suffered through the kinds of health concerns that come along with what we used to do.
Needless to say, but when my parents found out that I'd started smoking 15+ years ago, it caused a rift that lasted along time. I'd avoid going to go see them since I "knew" I had to be stealthy and I'd end up being rather not myself all day until I could sneak outside for a smoke after they'd gone to bed. In the last couple of years, I realized I'd rather spend what time I could with them so I started smoking more openly (in as much as I'd go for a walk or eventually just walk to the end of the drive). I know I was never really hiding anything but I guess I thought, out of sight out of mind.
I received my first starter kit about two weeks ago and once it came in, I'd managed to cut back from 30-40 smokies a day to 2-3. After a couple of days, the fact that I could actually feel like I could get enough oxygen again and started to smell things I'd never noticed before had me excited enough to let my parents know what I'd done (plus I guess the added "bonus" of the guilt I'd get if I slid back wouldn't hurt
) Fast forward to today and my mom called to check on my progress. Coincidentally, today was the first day I've not had a smokey since I started vaping (I finally have all the corner stores I normally visit untrained so they don't already have a pack rung up when I get to the counter
) so I told her so. That was a happy and her response of "so what flavour are you on today?" - even more so Just my little story but it made me happy.
