Today marks one full year of not smoking.
I really didn�t think I could make it one hour much less one year. You see, I *was* a very heavy smoker. Just look at my stats and you will see I spent A LOT of time trying to kill myself with cigarettes.
So why did I quit after 33 years of smoking 2 to 3+ packs a day? Well back in September, my daughter told me she was having a baby. My first Grandbaby! I told my daughter I would do anything to help her as best an old man like me could. All she wanted was for me to quit smoking. I thought about it and told her that I wouldn�t smoke around the baby, but that wasn�t what she was looking for. You see, she wanted her dad to live a lot time to enjoy his new Grandbaby and live itself.
I then decided I would wait until May, when the baby was due to quit, but the more I thought about it, the quicker I wanted to try. Great American Smoke-Out Day was coming up � Perfect!
I tried to talk myself out of quitting several time, but knew this was something I had to do and decided that I was not going to be a weak wuss to this nasty addiction any longer. So the night before the GASOD, I sat in my room, the only room in the house I could smoke, and burned through 2 packs of cigarettes in less than 3 hours � After this display of total weakness, I knew I was in trouble. I was too weak to even have the last cigarette! I did finally go to bed. When I woke up, I headed right to the room and stood there like an idiot � I knew I quit, but my habit led me right back to the scene of the crime. I stood there wondering what I was going to do to get my mind off smoking and all I kept thinking was I AM DOING THIS FOR MY FAMILY � NOT ME!
I made it through that day ok � I used the patch. The next day came and went, and before I knew it, I made it through �Hell Week�. HEY, maybe I can do this I thought!
Soon, I started noticing small things, like cigarette smoke on people really stinks. I was starting to feel better. I was sleeping better and my mind was clearer. I wasn�t having to excuse myself from various situations because I didn�t need to sneak in a cigarette. I could go to a theater, a movie or sit anywhere I wanted in a restaurant.
Before I knew it, the smell of smoke on people starting making me ill, THAT was when