On October 21st, I celebrated one year being smoke free, and then I flirted with danger and fell off the wagon right onto my face.
I tried one cig just to remember what it was like. It tasted like dog______. I was satisfied that I didn't want any part of another one. Slowly though, I bought another pack of butts and smoked a few more--in the space of two weeks, I am back to being the smoker I once was.
I am now re-reading Carr's book and getting ready to climb back up there. I am so disappointed in my mistake--wish me luck; I am determined to quit again.