Me sitting on the couch at 8 am with a brand new pack of smokes. Me sitting on the couch at 9:30 am that same day with three cigarettes left in that pack and me feeling nauseous and gassy, and then me throwing up. The junkie is no longer funny, savvy, and sophisticated. I am just sick, sick, sick of it. I sat on the couch and cried like I was just a victim of the junkie, until I got a grip and realized that I do not have to smoke. It is a choice. Now I did not choose to be an addict, but I do choose whether to smoke. I take full responsibility for my slip and, frankly, I don't feel all that bad about having done so. Now I know what reinforcements I need. However, I am such an addict that I absolutely must not smoke. I also decided to eventually refer to myself as a recovering smoker--not a nonsmoker.
[B]My Milage:[/B]
[B]My Quit Date: [/B] 8/29/2006
[B]Smoke-Free Days:[/B] 5
[B]Cigarettes Not Smoked:[/B] 232
[B]Amount Saved:[/B] $37
[B]Life Gained:[/B]
[B]Days:[/B] 0 [B]Hrs:[/B] 13 [B]Mins:[/B] 59 [B]Seconds:[/B] 4