September 17th marked the six month anniversary of me quitting smoking. I'm pretty stoked about that. I know what you all must be thinking.... has she cheated? And well...
I must admit that in May, I had a slip-up. I was cleaning the house and I found a pack of cigerettes stashed on top of my fridge. I put them in my purse, and later that evening (my birthday), I brought them out when I was over at a friends for drinks. I wanted to give myself a birthday present. How stupid (but this is how smokers think). Unfortunately, I smoked one.... my friend just about killed me, Grady was super disapointed in me, and I suffered MAJOR regret and guilt after I did it. It totally wasn't worth it. The good news: I haven't had one since.
I rarely think about smoking now. Once in a while I get a little, "Oh man, I sure could use a cigerette right now," but I quickly talk myself out of it and move on. I was around smokers a few weeks ago and I had some pretty major cravings all night, but somehow I made it through and didn't have one. Thanks Grady, I couldn't have done it without you.
I look forward to the day that smoking is a distant memory for me. I look forward to the time when I can be around smokers and not crave one at all.