I started thinking...
and that's a really bad thing to do, let me tell ya! I had a stressful night at work, very busy and hectic, working alone as always on the weekends. I just started thinking, well, scr*w it, I'm just going to go buy a pack. And here's where the addiction showed it's hand. I had just decided to buy a pack, and the addiction up and says, well, you know, it's the weekend and you might as well buy 2 packs, then of course, I thought I'd better buy 4 packs, and there you go, I haven't smoked a puff in 16 days, but the addiction has me buying a carton already...I had to laugh at the whole thing! And no, I didn't go buy a pack or a carton, and now I can say I'm smober for 16 days, well, I will be in about 2.5 hours, anyway. Some days are easier/tougher than others, but I sure don't want to be carting an oxygen tank around with me, so I'm better off breathing clean fresh air and not that filtered garbage...
Hubby is taking me to dinner tonight, it's my night off, and he's very proud of me. I keep saying "Bah, humbug" but I'm semi- proud, too. I've done this before and threw away 5 months, so this is very important to me that I speak my truth and don't hide my feelings. I looked back on some of my stuff, and do you know I would have been quit for 4 years in October if I had stayed with it? So, here I am again, looking to keep this one. Quit date is 11-11-11 and it seemed important to be engaged with the date itself. Since it won't happen again for 100 years...
Vent done, DeniseK
but I figure, what the heck, I deserve it (but I hope it's short of gluttony 
). Thanks Rock, for an inspiring story. DeniseK 
