I was working around the yard this weekend, the snow cover is gone and the weather was warm. It was perfect to be outdoors.
As I started to clean up, I noticed cigarette buts all over the place. All around the front door, all around the rear deck, all around the garage doors, everywhere I used to go to smoke.
I grabbed a bucket and I started to pick them up. I stopped counting when I hit 100, and I was picking them up basically all day. I'd think I had an area clean of them and low and behold I'd find two or three more as I walked by.
The bucket got pretty full. I looked at it and I imagined myself smoking each one of those cigarettes. There they were, all in that bucket, and in my lungs there are still remnants of each and every one of them. They were old, weathered and decaying, they were basically rotting and man they did not smell good.
That in my lungs?
I had a few urges this weekend but that bucket of butts image and what they did to me was firm in my mind. There was no way I could have smoked, just no way.
I really had no idea I smoked that much or of the mess it made around my place.
I feel like I'm waking up from a long bad dream. I am so glad I quit.
[B]My Milage:[/B]
[B]My Quit Date: [/B] 3/7/2006
[B]Smoke-Free Days:[/B] 27
[B]Cigarettes Not Smoked:[/B] 957
[B]Amount Saved:[/B] $243
[B]Life Gained:[/B]
[B]Days:[/B] 4 [B]Hrs:[/B] 10 [B]Mins:[/B] 22 [B]Seconds:[/B] 26
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Quit Meter
$100,509.20
Amount Saved
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Quit Meter
Days: 9546
Hours: 8
Minutes: 7
Seconds: 8
Life Gained
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Quit Meter
45686
Smoke Free Days
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Quit Meter
365,488
Cigarettes Not Smoked
