Okay, Mary Tyler -- you throw your hat up into the air and I might have to pull a gun on you.
Here's the deal, as I see it. My biggest fear of quitting was that I wouldn't be "me" any more. Almost 3 months into it, I gotta tell you, I'm a better "me" than I ever was on drugs. (Not that drugs didn't get me off the killer drug!!)
Honey, the hype is real. Concentration is up like 500 percent. Energy is up 500 percent. I smile all the time, maybe because I'm not freaking about when the next nicotine hit is coming?
Best thing is the freedom: it's friggin amazing!! I can go where I want, when I want, and never wonder about whether I can smoke. Ewww... I SO can't believe my life was controlled by that!!
The fear is real -- no one knows that more than I. No one wanted to become a "different person" less than I did -- I loved who I was. LOSER!!! No reason to love the shivering addict outside the office door who now p___es me off, because I have to walk through his smoke to get to work. I really, really like being pi__ed by that. Makes me remember what matters to me.
Remember the old poster? "I've been rich and I've been poor. Rich is better" Here's mine: I've smoked, and I've not smoked. Not smoking is better.
Best of luck to you, Mary Tyler; keep us close, okay?
peteg
[B]My Milage:[/B]
[B]My Quit Date: [/B] 10/30/2006
[B]Smoke-Free Days:[/B] 79
[B]Cigarettes Not Smoked:[/B] 3,994
[B]Amount Saved:[/B] $434.5
[B]Life Gained:[/B]
[B]Days:[/B] 14 [B]Hrs:[/B] 14 [B]Mins:[/B] 12 [B]Seconds:[/B] 38
