Today is a proud day for me: it was 3 years ago today that I crushed out my last cigarette. I smoked for over 10 years, and I was a very heavy and very addicted smoker (the last 3 or 4 years that I smoked I was smoking 2-3 packs a day). Quitting smoking was one of the most difficult things I’ve ever done. I remember about 3 weeks after I quit I came very close to starting again: things at work were really stressful, the air conditioning in my house went out making it very hot and uncomfortable, my computer room, which is where I do all my work, was almost unbearable… Something inside me snapped and I actually got in my car and drove to the store to buy some cigarettes. Once I got there, I sat in the parking lot for 10 minutes. Those were pivotal moments for me. Somehow I managed to talk myself out of going in that store and succumbing to my craving. I came back home and took it one day at a time. It was very difficult, but here I am 3 years later completely smoke-free. The thought of having a cigarette now absolutely disgusts me, and I never crave them anymore.
Tonight is my cheat meal night! I’ll be having pizza, but will pass on the wine since I’m still not 100% recovered from the flu. I’m going to get lots of rest this weekend and hopefully by Monday I’ll be 100%.
Have a good day, see you this weekend!