I think I was born a fighter and will always be a fighter, but I need to learn that this battle will never be won. It's just simply a truce between myself and the big white tube. I've come to the conclusion that if I deny myself something, I want it more. I've come to the mind-set of I will always want to smoke, but I choose not to. I am not like the other people out there who are fine with smoking a cigarette or two a day. That's all they need. I accept that I am not like them as I know in my heart of hearts that one leads to two leads to 20 eventually. I acknowledge the first 30 days and how bad they were. I accept that I'm never going back there again because I have control over this. I, me, myself is the only one that can break this. Not a sudden death, not a fight in the family, not boredom, all those things that I told myself that I needed that cigarette for to magically make it all better. That's the biggest cop-out I've ever heard. I, me, myself is in control and have the command of the ship. Not a thing, not a memory, ME.........