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One Year Smoke Free!



One year ago today, I had my last cigarette and tomorrow night, we're going out to celebrate. After 15 years of smoking, I quit cold turkey and never touched another cigarette again.
I didn't want to quit. I had promised Wayne when we 1st got together (as a grand gesture of love) that I would quit for him, but kept finding reasons why I didn't. I told him things like - I had to do it because I wanted to and it would have to wait until I was ready.
When we moved to England, cigarettes prices soured from $5 (for a pack of 20) to nearly $11 (

Comments

suzer said…
good on ya! that's great.
suz
Anonymous said…
Glad you quit. Another of my friends used to insist on sitting in smoking even tho the rest of us didn't smoke (or smoke in restaurants). She's now given up too. yay!
nicole Castelli said…
Hi. I can't believe it has been a year for you. I've been smoke free for a couple months myself. Sounds like you and I as usual are heading down the same path. I too have been dreading the weight gain and the mere thought of being 34. I started my diet and workout and I have to say I love it. I hate missing a day! I read so much of your blog and I must say even though we get to talk and know so much about eachother, it is so nice to just hear the silly daily things you think about and go through. You already experienced the exciting life I lead, ha ha, with the kids. They really are great though. Just wanted you to know I'm here, still, and always will be.
Love Nic
Erren (Erren@Pond-Hopper.com) said…
Don't make me cry Nic. Distance changes nothing. Although I miss you loads - I always love you.

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