OK well, 1/2 a one in my junk drawer in the kitchen.
I stared at it.
I picked it up.
I put it to my mouth.
I pretended to inhale.
I picked up matches that I also found in the drawer.
I started to walk outside.
I stopped. Stood there for about 5 minutes.
I had several thoughts go through my mind
-just HALF a smoke, no one will know except me.
-it will feel so good
-if i smoke it , it will taste bad and it will give me more incentive to keep quitting.(crazy, I know!)
I ran downstairs, signed on here and started typing.
So here I am , crying my eyes out , so PISSED that 1/2 a smoke has so much control over me.
I will crush it right now.
That is my confession.
[B]My Milage:[/B]
[B]My Quit Date: [/B]9/1/2007
[B]Smoke-Free Days:[/B] 7
[B]Cigarettes Not Smoked:[/B] 105
[B]Amount Saved:[/B] $63.00
[B]Life Gained:[/B]
[B]Days:[/B] 0 [B]Hrs:[/B] 14 [B]Mins:[/B] 54 [B]Seconds:[/B] 41
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