Three years ago today, I smoked my last cigarette. While cigarettes are gone from my life, they are not forgotten. I envy those people who quit and then can't stand the smell of smoke. I still love that smell. I breath it in on those very few occasions I am exposed to it.
I didn't smoke all the time, or continuously, but for quite some time cigarettes were in my arsenal. Now they're not. I am proud and grateful that I haven't enjoyed even a puff since three years ago today, but....
Cravings exist all too frequently. At times, I view cigarette smoking as an indulgence. However, I know that it's not one in which I can partake. One puff would lead to one cigarette, to one pack, and then....
I am stronger than the unhealthy habit of cigarette smoking, but sometimes I get so tired of being so strong. Why do I often feel like mourning, rather than rejoicing?
Well, today I will run....
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