Confession = I slipped this morning. I woke up, took the dogs out, half asleep, I grabbed my husbands cigarettes and lit one. I didn't think at all until I took a drag. My eyes widened and I said, "WTF STACY!?!" Yes, I said that; out loud in the 3rd person! My inner demon chimed in with, "too late now might as well smoke it." Then I took about 3 more puffs before my sanity kicked in and I put it out. All in all I smoked about a 1/3 of it. None would have been better. The entire thing would have been worse. I hate that I stumbled. I hate that I slipped. I tattled to my family as soon as they woke up. They are so supportive. I am feeling a bit blessed by there reactions. I spent most of the morning psychoanalyzing myself before I decided to stop overthinking it, forgive myself and let it go. I have come too far to lose this battle! I mean, it didn't even taste good! So there is that lesson to be thankful for.
