I quit smoking.

Or at least I'm in the process of quitting. People say you never really quit, because it's a daily choice. Right now I'm choosing not to smoke. Something just clicked in me shortly after new years and I haven't bought a pack since 2003. I've smoke a couple here and there, but for the most part I've been smoke free. I haven't been counting days, because that just makes it harder for me. And I haven't told anyone because I don't like being nagged. But I figured that it's been long enough at this point that I should make record of it.

The real breakthrough was Friday night when I was out with coworkers. Falk, a coworker from the UK, lit up after dinner and it smelled so good. Like out of this world good. I told him how good it smelled and that I had quit (so he wouldn't offer me one). Then we got into a good conversation and just as suddenly as I had wanted it, I totally forgot about it. Thinking back on it a little later, it felt like a breakthrough. I really didn't want to smoke that badly. I think it's getting out of my system.

At least I hope it is because I've been coughing like a cow hyena coal miner the past few weeks. It's hard to tell if it's a long-lingering cold or if it's just my lungs healing. Either way, I hope this is it. I mean, I hope this is the last time I say I've quit. Because I'm really, really done with smoking. No more.

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