I'm so proud to be 2 weeks quit! I did! I did it! I DID IT! Yes, I know, beware of relapse. I've relapsed enough in the past to know the dangers. I also intend that this be my final quit. I'm tired of being a slave to cigs, forever wondering when the next smoke break will be. I can only imagine how much damage my body's incurred since I took my first drag. I dread to think of the tar that's going to be stuck inside me for years to come.
I DID IT! I've not smoked, despite stress, depression, and occasional cravings. I will relearn life without cigarettes. I may be addicted, but I'm not helpless. I choose life over smoking. Each new anniversary is a huge deal--a reminder that I'm stronger than I realize. Two weeks now, then one month, six months, one year. No more smoking! I've got too much living to do. I'm buying my first house. So much to look forward to! Goodbye, Smoking Spectre! I've moved out of your house of lies and begun living again.
