I was doing okay until I was cleaning out the car, throwing out that stinking ash tray. Giving it all a good spray of fabreeze.
Then I found a pack that had fallen under the seat. Both my boyfriend and I split it, then bought another.
I have told myself over and over you cannot really quit smoking until you just don't smoke anymore. Even one a day, or one a week, you're still smoking.
I have been under tremendous pressure lately. That's no excuse, I keep trying, and trying, each day, each hour is a victory. Even so, that victory is lost because after 30 days, a week, two days, who knows. Eventually I have another one. I don't even LIKE it anymore and I'll still give in.
I'll keep reading, keep up, but I just cannot say that I really quit now.
