For many of my generation, smoking was a very socially acceptable activity when we were teenagers. I'm proud to say that four years ago at high noon on this very day, I made a date with my last cigarette. When it was snuffed out I ceremoniously dumped the ashes, shed a few tears (after all, I was dumping a best friend), and firmly resolved never to light up again.
YAY, I'm proud to say that I've kept my promise to myself!!! It's been a solid four puffless years!!! Have I craved a cigarette now and then? Yup. Have I had so much as one drag? Nope! Was it easy to quit? . . . .Hmmmmm . . . . Sure . . . if you compare it to having a tooth pulled without novacaine. It was one of the most difficult things I've ever done (giving birth included). Am I happy that I quit? You Betcha! Beside the fact that I feel a whole lot better physically, my old cigarette money buys a ton of art supplies.
HiP, HiP, HoOrAy FoR Me!