Hell, I hate pouring things out sometimes that seem personal. But maybe in doing so it will help get me towards quitting.
I hate hearing myself wheezing at night before I go to sleep.
I hate climbing two sets of stairs and having to catch my breath and feeling like I've got a 90 year old man inside this allegedly 44 year old body.
As time goes on, I notice more and more how much the ashtrays stink, or if I leave the room briefly and come back in, the thin wisps of grey in the air.
It's just that somehow, somewhere, this other person (like the cartoon with the little angel on the one shoulder and the little devil on the other) seems to actually
like smoking -- damn it!! Especially in the mornings and after a meal.
Ok, I feel better admitting that openly.
To those recently quit, quitting or have quit, my many congrats!
