If not now then when.

The last time I quit for so long, I also didn’t drink alcohol, coffee; blah blah. This time I am a little while in and I have had a drink on occasion, and by goodness is it miserable. I have literally trained my brain that without a white stick with a brown butt, that I smoke to smell like ash, I am bored and a little less fun on the booze. Ha! Crazy. Unfortunately thinking of that woman who smells beautiful at the end doesn’t work for me now. I have become a realist. What I am doing differently is; enjoying what I have always enjoyed but without the smoking, and asking myself, when is it enough? 40? 45? 60? On my death bed. When am I able to make the choice that smoking isn’t going to dictate my life anymore and I am taking back control!! Today, and everyday from here on out.

NOPE.