I’ve been quitting smoking for years. I’ll stop then start then stop then start then just keep smoking. The silly part of it is I love to work out.
Last year I quit for a full year, then in a few moments of weakness the habit caught back up to me.
Even when I smoke I don’t admit defeat. With every cigarette, I think about quitting.
Now I’m 28 Days in the Non-Smoking game, again.
My wife smokes Newports. I still look at her cigarette butts with a slight degree of desire. I wonder when that desire to smoke will go away.
Yumm, but I know it will make my head swim and feel a little shitty, yet still give me some weird sort of relief. I don’t even know if I have come to grips with never smoking a cigarette again, I hope I have.
This is the part where you just admit it’s an addiction. A Heroine addict needs heroine, but he both loves and hates it. Is the spice of and demise of life. The only thing that I’m assured of is that I didn’t smoke any cigarettes yesterday and I’m determined not to have one today.