So once a year on July 11th I like to toot my own horn a bit.
I’ve now been smoke free for 9 years! Not 1 single puff! TOOT TOOT!!
It remains as one of the single best things I’ve ever done in my life. Holy heck how I don’t miss being chained down to the damned addiction! The constant drag…the panic when I’d run out…the deep rooted need.
What a nightmare. I’ve loved my quit from day one and continue to do so to this day. I hold it close and hold it tight.
N.O.P.E.!! (Not One Puff Ever).
I very rarely even think about it anymore. Don’t remember the last time I’ve had an actual craving.
Today I choose to remain smoke free…and though I can’t predict the future, I’ve got a pretty strong feeling I’ll choose to stay smoke free tomorrow and the day after as well.
I love my quit.