Tonight is going to be my last night as a smoker. I have smoked on and off (but mostly on) for more years that I care to admit. I have quit cold turkey and with the patch. Nothing seems to work. Yes, I know that you need to want to quit, that you need to quit for yourself, blah, blah, blah. The problem is that I really like smoking and not just because it makes me look cool (kidding of course). There is nothing better than indulging in a few cigs and a few beers on my patio on a warm summer night. There is nothing better than lighting up after a great meal. But, those days are over. I need to quit; I'm tired of being a smoker. I want to live a full live, without phlegm, smelly fingers and black lungs.
Now, pardon me if I end this post. I'm going to smoke it up on my last night. I've got a six pack of Bells in the fridge. It has been chilling in the crisper all day.
After all, tomorrow is another day. And for me, it will be a smoke free one!