I've been a smoker for 15 years. I've thought about quiting several times but there has always been an excuse to push it off. "I'll quit when work slows down." "I'll quit after this pack." "I'll quit in a few months." But I never actually got to the quitting part. Until recently. Friday night I just decided that I was done. I'm done wasting money. I'm done smelling like an ash tray. I'm done freezing my butt off and wasting my time. I'm done killing myself. There have definitely been some cravings and a few moments when I wasn't sure I was going to make it but today has been good. Today I feel hopeful that I'm really going to succeed. I know that I have to take it day by day. I don't know what tomorrow
