After years of "thinking about it" I made a decision to commit to my health, end the excuses and quit the addition.
I began smoking around the age of 21 when I could drink at the bars/ clubs. Somehow, alcohol and cigarettes seemed to marry perfectly together. By the time I turned 29, I promised myself that I would not be a smoker going into my thirties. The thirties came and went.... along with all the empty promises to myself and false intentions. Stress ( mostly from the X) and depression fueled my self approval to continue smoking, after all, I needed "something" to be able to cope with it all. Cigarettes mimicked a comforting friend.... one that will eventually stab you in the back- "later" I will contend with that issue, for now it is a helpful friend.
The big 4-0 happened and my "friend" was there to help me celebrate.
Now, I see my "friend" starting to change me and I am not happy with the changes. From shortness of breath to the drain on my wallet, it is time to part with this "friend" and make new ones....
I know it's not the easy road to take, but it is the high road.