Go ahead. Give up the hard earned days that you've been free. Give up the hours and hours of work you've put in. The cravings you've mustered through thus far. Give up the pride you feel by your achievements to date. For be assured they will be gone with that first puff. Freedom Train celebrations? Oh, well, they become just embarrassments. Give up the example you've set to your friends, family and co-workers. Give up on that bit you wrote on your page about your reasons for quitting. It was obviously a sham. Because it doesn't mean anything after you start again. You know - that blurb about how you want to do this for your daughter, son, grandchildren - to be around for them in the future. Or maybe it was that heart felt "thank you" for the lesson supposedly learned by your parent's death of lung cancer and how proud they'd be to see you honoring them by reaming free. Go ahead. By all means. Smoke. Go to that store you always go to for your "fix." And watch yourself as you put down all that money for that little desperate pack of killing crap. Watch very carefully. Because you'll want to remember this failure for future reference. You'll need it. When you come back - to another Day One. Oh, yeah, and don't forget to reset that quit clock.
