Well, actually I began starting to quit smoking on 12/31/2015 and slipped up after 3 days. Went back at it for another 4 days and slipped again. Fought the whole month of January keeping it to a minimum of no more than 5 a day. That was my "cutting down" period. then finally on the end January quit all together.
I remember the common saying of mine, oh, just wait until I finish this cigarette and I'll get it done. Let me have just one more and then we can go back in. So much time wasted by waiting until I inhaled all those chemicals in my body for what. My goodness, if I added up what I was "just waiting" for, I would have saved myself at least a teenager, let alone a preteen in years.
It's nice to finally get things done and keep on top of things. It's nice to lay down at night and not wheeze. It's nice to come up a flight of stairs without being out of breath. I have many years to repair the damage I did to my lungs. Hopefully I didn't wait too long. It's the waiting, why did I wait? Doesn't matter now. It's now let's get this done and get it out of the way... there's no need to wait now 😉
