Super Bowl

[Courage]

As I'm sure most of you have guessed or know, I simply didn't commit to my quit. Yesterday I finally got to the doctor since I got sick last week.  He was so angry with me, understood.  I made sure my husband went, it's only fair to him to have his say as he watches me kill myself. Came home by 9:00 and my husband and I threw out the cigarettes, except for one thing, the doctor forgot to give me antibiotics.  I'm so damn sick.... A non smoker would have probably been well over this by now....

Back to super bowl, we were supposed to go to my best friend's house who is a smoker.  I just called her and told her why I just can't do it, that I would probably cave and ask and she told me straight out she would have given me one which would only lead to more and more, so that's that. Although I'm not feeling well, we're going to friends who don't smoke.  I blog this while my son is in the garage smoking with my husband who is smoking a cigar, yet watching me like I'm doing something wrong.

Okay, I'm done throwing up verbally.  In the end, the choice is always ours...