Today, i am more enlightened about what is around the corner, namely, No Man's land...so, here are my stats to this minute, thanks to you wonderful folks, combined with the miracle that has happened to me...
Three weeks, four days, 16 hours, 58 minutes and 6 seconds. 771 cigarettes not smoked, saving $308.48. Life saved: 2 days, 16 hours, 15 minutes.
I can never regain the time I've wasted on smoking, so I think what I'll do is just simply LIVE EACH NON-SMOKING DAY AS IF IT WERE MY LAST DAY ALIVE!!!
Hi Kids!!! I am so excited I can't hardly stand it! Yee Haw! On January 11, at 10 p.m. in a level of exaustion I can't remember since my own mother went to Heaven, I put them down forever, on day, or one hour, or on second at a time. The rush of intelligence , information, spirituality that has become my addiction of choice (God) is now as in control as I my hidden self will let Him. As you already know, when I drop my guard (hungry, angry, lonely, over-tired) the weaknes for maintaining MY QUIT just means I'm not honoring God's Leadership in my life and whatever He's got planned for me from that second on. The release of pent up low self esteem issues, is so noticeable that ever a blind squirrel couldn't avaoid seeing the Light shine on them! Interestingly enough, ya'all, my favorite verse in the Bible is John1 Verse 5, and has been for so many years I can't recall right now. So, I'm here, will stay here, help others, jibber jabber with my loving, caring dear folks that have been praying for me. As of this minute, it has been 76 hours 32 minutes since my last puff of darkness was expelled from my runners lungs. My pledge to God is that if He asks me to walk over hot coals to protect my quit, I will. If He asks me to stand in fire, I will. I am filled with the fervor of a cruisader, which is an expression I have used in my numerous training sessions, speeches, all the while waiting to go outside to grab a few puffs just to get me through the talk. What a B.S. er I have been. One of my many mentors over the years (and several pretty stout support types) have said over the years that I am about 97% where I need to be, but the remaining 3% pretty much clouds everything after it.
I feel like an out of control pretender. But, I see the other side of this equasion so clearly now that I cannot feed that wolf anymore. The "Bread of Life" is alive and well within me now, and I will do whatever it takes to maintain it and feed it every minute, every hour, and every day.
NOT ONE PUFF EVER!!!!!!!
I LOVE YOU ALL!!!!!!!!
