Well it's been an interesting couple days. I've given up cigarettes, the last habit I've held onto of putting something toxic into my body. I'm irritable, nervous, and generally not fun to be around. But I'm determined because I feel in my heart and mind now is the time. I'm going cold turkey, no patches, no gums, no crutches. Everyone always told me how difficult it was to stop smoking, I guess I didn't realize how difficult, but I certainly understand now. I was craving one so bad after I got off work yesterday I almost dug into my old ash can I threw in the garbage to see if there were any butts worth lighting up, and I thought how pathetic is this? It reminded me of when I would geek when I was drugging, and I didn't like that feeling or comparison at all.

With God's help I'm going to beat this thing. I'm sick of smelling like smoke, tasting like smoke, spending 5 bucks a pack, just generally tired of the whole process. So keep me in your prayers as I fight yet another battle.

Have a great day everyone!