I've quit one other time in my life, for about nine months when I was pregnant. I did it because I had to. I knew it wasn't for keeps. As soon as I popped that baby out, I went right outside to smoke.
This time is going to be different. I am not doing it because there is another human being growing inside me. This time it's because I've had it! I hate spending over $100 per month. I hate having to scope out where the smoking areas are everytime I go somewhere. I hate having to stop doing something because I need a smoke. I hate having to send my son off to the other end of the yard so I can smoke.
I've almost made it through another day. I now truely understand what "one day at a time" means. My first two days I was pumped...then the weekend hit. God, this is tough.
