Hi fellow Ex'ers,
On a night looking at a harvest moon, examining my life I made the decision to quit smoking. Sure I'd attempted 3 times before, but this time felt serious. I was turning 28 and I had been smoking seriously since I was 23. It was only 5 years but those five years took a toll.
It's been 520 days since i took my last puff. 500+ days since I said a phrase we are all too familiar with "this is my last box of cigarettes". I did it for me. I did it for my future, my health, and to live unburdened and unchained by a need to puff away.
It has been hell, its been mentally exhausting, draining. There are times I wanted to give in an take that puff. Hell there are still some days when, I crave the burn and thrill of lighting a stick. But as I enter my 30s, I want to keep the promise I made to myself that night; I would not, could not enter a decade still dependent on cigarettes.
To all those new in your journey, take it one day at a time.
Set a goal, prepare for success and prepare for how you will deal with some failure. But never ever ever let a slip up keep you down. Life as an Ex is wayyyy better than you can imagine.
