I can hardly believe it but today marks 3 weeks since my last cigarette. I haven't been able to say that for several years now. The last time I was this far (and even farther along) was about 3 years ago. However, this feels different. I'm not stressing over not having a smoke. I'm not even thinking about it to tell you the truth. I truly believe that this time I am not alone, even though I am surrounded by friends who smoke (and who smoke in front of me). God's love is truly amazing. The day that I quit, I just made up my mind that I would not smoke again and then spent the next hour on my knees praying for the strength to stay strong. I have only had a couple of bad days in which the cravings were severe, but never enough for me to even consider reaching for those instruments of death. All the previous times I tried quitting I was kicking and screaming to get this far. So my advice would be to send it to God, because through Him all things are possible. From what I have learned it takes 3 weeks to unlearn a habit, so I look forward to sharing more milestones to come.
