On day 11...

[notjustaquitter]

Still going strong.  I had a friend ask if she could have a cigarette and I said "Oh, I don't do that anymore."  I couldn't even tell her how long it had been.  Life has just gotten in the way of keeping track of cigarettes.  If there is not a cigarette waiting to be grasped by my hand it's just too much trouble for me to go looking for one.  I don't need or want one.  I remember past quits where slipping once meant slipping entirely so I can't even be in the company of those things!

I have a really good feeling that this quit is my last quit.

Sheila