Seven Smoke-Free Weeks

As of today I have been smoke-free for seven weeks.

I still want one every so often but I have man­aged to resist the temp­ta­tion.? For me the addic­tion was more emo­tional and psy­cho­log­i­cal than phys­i­cal, any­way.? A cig­a­rette, to me, was always the chance to take a ten-minute break from the world, to just stand there and DO noth­ing but med­i­tate and stare at the world around me and breathe, even if I was breath­ing nasty smoke.

Of course I am see­ing the phys­i­cal ben­e­fits of quit­ting, not to men­tion the finan­cial ben­e­fits. I do believe that by now I have saved the cost of a pound of Momka’s Stormy Weather, which I promised myself as a reward if I could stay smoke-free for a month (just have to find it in stock somewhere).

Stay­ing smoke-free, or break­ing any addic­tion, is just a mat­ter of tak­ing it one day at a time.? Really.