Christmas went well. I didn't think about smoking for the entire time I was at my sister's home. Then, as I was preparing to leave for NH, the NIC Devil started working on me. I came close to succumbing, not so much because I needed a cig. Smoking became catching up with a friend--that's the danger for me always. I don't really care about cigs, but I do miss the enjoyment of smoking--what I forget is that smoking was only enjoyable rarely. Most of the cigs I smoked were not pleasurable--they were needed to satisfy the routine I'd gotten into.
I made it 'till today, and will make it tonight. I saw a guy leaning against his car, in the pouring rain, dragging on a butt. That was me not too long ago. I felt sorry for him.
Happy New Year to each of you, and thank you for being there.133 days and moving on.
