Quitting smoking is a journey. My quit journey took a detour and led me off track.
That actually sounds like I was a passenger on the ride and not the pilot and that is just not the case.
I own my actions and I dropped my quit.
I thought I had a pretty good plan. The COVID situation strained that plan (or gave an excuse to feel strained, but honestly, a little of both). We started remodelling our house, another strain but still my plan was holding.
And then my darling husband, for whom I was determined to quit, started smoking again. I did not have the tools to cope with that. I never even considered that is was a possibility!
For the first time in over 10 years I went from a closet smoker to an out smoker. At home, anyway. That was in April. Here I am, 90 days later, coughing all the damn time, headache all the dam time, and determined to quit this damn habit once and for all.
I have a different plan now. My husband knows I'm quitting - which was always a secret before. He is supportive. I have a quit buddy IRL. And thank the stars, I have this site.
Back in the saddle, weary, wiser, and ready.
Keep the quit