Gussacks, I have an announcement to make:
It has officially been one week since I quit smoking. (Update: Now on day 9!)
The negative feelings, the self pity and sense of being deprived, continue to plague me. But the positive feelings about what I’ve done for myself continue to grow, and are winning out. At the end of this momentous week, I feel like I’ve turned a corner. Quitting smoking is no longer something I did because I felt like I had to. It's now a joyful new discovery about one of the many ways I could be living a far happier life than I have been.
Many of you may have similar feelings, so this won’t seem so amazing until you get an idea of where I was before. I loved smoking, and smoked a lot. I was that person who could smoke while eating. I was that person who wouldn’t ride in a car with a nonsmoker. I was proud of it, too, and was a loud defender of my rights as a smoker. I enjoyed smoking so much that the huge place it occupied in my life wasn’t just a matter of the addiction, it was a conscious choice.
So how did I get here, just one week later? There are some specific reasons, and that’s what I’d like to share with you after the fold.
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