i quit smoking after 32 years. yeah! i have seven weeks. everyone should celebrate this please, cuz i can use all the support i can get. i miss it. hate it, and miss it. its an evil aweful thing and i am now a re-born fundamentalist non-smoker, one of the most irritating species on the planet. and, i can still think. thats like a miracle. that was the withdrawal symptom that kept me smoking, my fear of not being able to think. surprise, i can still think. im still smart. i still have all my jobs. i still have all my friends. and i love not smoking. i hate it, but i love it. yeah for me! shameless elation. its a good thing. and i lost a pound. how that happened? only fate knows. i do not. i just know that no ciggies makes me a very happy, crazy, moody, sane, happy, crazy, moody, sane, happy crazy moody sane (and so on) smoke free woman. and that is a good thing.

i quit for about 40 reasons, but the one that started the whole thing: they stole my car, and i was so mad about it, that smoking was in my way. i was so pissed off i couldn't smoke. i was too mad to smoke. i accidently quit smoking because i was so pissed off. i love that. and its true.

cold turkey. "ask me how" with attitude! i will preach to anyone who needs some home spun smoke free preachen to. whooho! braggen rights! yeah.