not that I'm counting, really

The first time I tried to quit smoking, I didn't try hard enough. I only made it 3 days without.

The second time I tried to quit smoking, I kept thinking about going back to it some time after 28 days was over. And I did.

The last time I smoked, I had blazed the same day. I went out to eat with a bunch of friends, and when Brock asked me if he could have a cig while waiting for the order, I decided right then and there to give him the rest of my pack and call it quits.

I haven't smoked a cigarette since, and it's officially been a month. I don't know how I did it, again, but I think NOT counting the days factored into my success. I remember last time I just kept obsessing over what day it was and had it in my mind that as long as I made it to 28, I proved enough. I had subconsciously decided I could smoke again after that period. Lately, I've also been very busy, too busy and too broke, working my ass off, trying to make things work, so I could pay off my bills.

Every time I see someone smoking now, I think, Wow, when was the last time? When I start asking this, I know I truly miss it, and so I had to check how long it's been. I can't believe it's been a month. I just had to blog about this so I can come back and remember I made it this far just fine.

SURVIVING,

oxDorothyxo