Yesterday was a very special day. A day that is all my own. Yes, I still texted two of my closest friends to say “Wake up, Wake up, Wake up… it’s the first of the month.” It isÂ our tradition. And yes, Mr. O did wake me up by singing it too. I’m a very lucky little lady.
Anyway, November 1st is the day I quit smoking fourÂ whole years ago. Did I ever think I’d make it to year four without one drag of a cigarette? Nope. My last cigarette ended at 10:41am on Thursday, November 1, 2011. I remember that moment very clearly. I gave my boss my lighters (I wanted to keep my cigarettes, and I did. They’re still packed away in a memory box. Weird, why haven’t I gotten rid of them yet?) and I went outside to sit in my car and smoke my last cigarette. It was raining. And that, my friends, was that. No more smoking.
Have I missed it? Yes, I have. But fortunately, the past two-three years have been relatively easy. Smoking bothers me now. I don’t like it. I don’t like to be around it. I still love cigarettes in a weird and twisted way, but I’m glad it is no longer part of my life.
So, cheers to me. I’m very proud of myself.
That’s an incredible accomplishment! You absolutely should be proud of yourself!
Aww, thanks so much!!
That is awesome!! It takes a lot of strength and will power to do. My mom has been “trying” to quit for years and just can’t do it. Happy Anniversary and congratulations to you!!
It wasn’t easy, but I am so glad I did it!