Just wanted to stop in and say hello. I hit four months on Saturday the 16th. I've been feeling pretty good. We went on a little camping mini vacation this weekend and I thought about how many packs of cigarettes I would've brought with me in my past life ;). I would've needed at least 4, maybe 5, to get through 2 days away from civilization and by day 3? Oh, I would've been hunting for the nearest gas station and getting lost and panicking. Nope. Not this time. I went fishing and hiking and sat by the fire and drank my coffee in the morning and I didn't really miss the smoking at all.

On another note, the lady I sit next to at work has smoked for over 40 years. She is currently dealing with her 3rd bout of bronchitis in less than a year. She sounds TERRIBLE. She has been on antibiotics and steroids for a week now and does not sound any better. I'm encouraging her to go back to the doctor but she won't do it. And she keeps smoking through all of this. Because she has to. Because she is addicted.

Be grateful for your freedom today!!!