I still scares me that after (see below) 169 weeks that I still have the urge to lit up a smoke. Every single week there's a point that I get a craving; however, every so often (today for example) it feels as though I just quit and NEED to have one. I'm not sure if it's something in the air, the crispness of the fall breeze or everything else that's been happening recently.
I haven't bent to the craving yet...
Just one day at a time I guess... only 65 years to go.
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