This is going to be a very short and to the point posting. I was so wrapped up in our surprise snowfall over the weekend that I didn't even realize until this morning that Saturday was an anniversary for me. It was six months ago Saturday that I laid my cigarettes down on the screened in porch and walked away from them. I did this with the help of a drug called Chantix and a lot of prayer on my part. I had tried quite a few times before to quit smoking and failed miserably.
Now here it is six months after the fact. The cigarette pack still lays untouched on the porch. I guess I really can't say they are untouched, because about a month after I quit Riley picked them up and brought them to me saying, "Here Grandma, you forgot your cigarettes on the porch." It felt good to tell him that I hadn't forgotten them, that I left them there because I don't want to smoke them any more. He told me o.k., then put them back where he found them.
I can honestly say that there has only been a few times that I had a craving for one, but tthat craving came and went rather quickly. The worse craving I had was the day I lost my mind due to that musical drug, Lyrica. That too passed though.
Note to Jo: It does feel good to no longer be a slave to tobacco.
