Nicodemon keeps telling me that I loved to smoke. I did not. I think I partly smoked as much as I did because I was so anxious about my failed attempts to quit smoking. I hated smoking! The chronic bronchitis, the stinky apartment, the killing my cat. Funny, even my cat coughed the first few days I quit smoking. The bottom line is that my best friend couldn't take it when I started talking about my chest x-rays and the fact that one of these days it was not going to come back normal. I looked up and saw here face and knew that she would just die if I came down with lung cancer. For the first time, I realize just how much my friend really loved me. I realize that I still may die from lung cancer, but I vow not to die with a cigarette hanging from my mouth. So Nicodemon, I'm gonna fight you. You will not rob me of my self-esteem.
[B]My Milage:[/B]
[B]My Quit Date: [/B] 7/11/2006
[B]Smoke-Free Days:[/B] 23
[B]Cigarettes Not Smoked:[/B] 920
[B]Amount Saved:[/B] $184
[B]Life Gained:[/B]
[B]Days:[/B] 2 [B]Hrs:[/B] 7 [B]Mins:[/B] 17 [B]Seconds:[/B] 25
