I missed a milestone yesterday.
It was day 250 since I quit smoking.
This is the longest I’ve ever gone without a smoke, since I started smoking when I was 18 or 19 years old. I quit many times over the years, and in some cases for a couple of years, but I always cheated now and then and had a smoke or a puff, and then I’d be good again for months.
This time there has been no cheating.
I haven’t had any real craving since I quit, but as each day goes by, my determination to remain a non-smoker continues to get stronger.
I’ve felt that I had this beat within a few weeks of quitting, and I still feel that way.
According to my sister, earlier this week my Mom quit smoking. I think she’s doing it cold turkey.
Life. Is. Good.