So far so good. Over the last few days, I have made several changes in my normal routine. I don't even drive the same way home anymore because for years I would make sure I lit up at a certain point in my route so that I would be done before I got home. Because I am taking Chantix, I really don't have any cravings. Although I am a little sad. I feel like I lost an old friend that is never coming back. Good or bad, cigarettes were there for me when my daughter was sick and I did not know how to cope. They were there when my son had his first second and third brain surgery. They were there when my husband was in the hospital. They were there when my father was diagnosed with a terminal condition. They are there when I am bored, lonely, anxious, or sad. Unfortunately, for every puff I took, I was giving up time. Time that I need to see my kids get married. Time I need to grow old with my husband and enjoy life. Time I need to run my first marathon and actually finish. Smoking is a here and now thing. I cannot think of the future while simultaneously giving it away.
So, Goodbye old friend. If I see you while I am out and about, I will ignore you. I will not say hello. I recognize your power now and how you controlled me and my behavior. Sure, I made the choice to make you my best friend. I actually felt better when I knew I had enough cigarettes to get me through a tough day. Sometimes I would buy several packs at a time to ensure you would be by my side. You seemed so harmless in the beginning. I am taking control of my life and health now. I am free...….You will never see me again...……. Goodbye 
