I quit smoking a year ago today. Now, technically I can't say I've been "smoke free" for a whole year, because I did break down a few weeks ago and smoke one lousy cigarette. It was awful, it tasted like crap, it made me cough, and it reminded me how much I don't want to smoke again. So in a way maybe I had to do that as a kick in the ass to keep it going, I don't know. But I don't know if I should count it against me or not. The people on the support site where I hang out from time to time are sort of split on it. Some say that I should still go ahead and celebrate a year, others are of the camp that I should start from scratch beginning with that day I slipped up. But since I didn't give in and allow that one slip to become a relapse, *I* think I'm entitled to say I've been quit for a year.
Whatever. The fact remains that I'm still a non-smoker. And anyone who knew me for the 21 years that I surrounded myself with a constant cloud knows how hard it was for me to become one of those. I'm proud of myself. I guess that's all that really matters, isn't it?
Oh, and I've lost 35 pounds to boot. Look out, world, she's on fire! And who knows, maybe some hot fireman will come to put it out! I've always wanted to date a fireman, just so I could crack hose jokes.
Friday, October 14, 2005
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