Just a thought

I've got one day not smoking...I didn't even bum a fag off anyone...and I really didn't have the desire to spend money on them either.  Even after I got a p/t job, where I figured out I will be making 2 packs and hour...(how sad is that?)  I still, had no desire to spend money on my probable method of death.
I've had the crud in the back of my throat since late last night...today, it's worse, but I know it's all worth it. 
What bugs me though, is that my quit keeper pooped out..today.  I couldn't even go in and see it say I have 24 hrs.  But I know I do...and that's what counts.
My desktop wallpaper is a photo of my wedding day.  I am squishing my hubby's face and either kissing him, or whispering something to him, or both and he looks like a kid being kissed by his old aunty...lol.  I choose this to remind me that when I see my husband for the 1st time in at least 8 months, I don't want to smell, or taste like an ash tray to him...as he's quit for over 100 days now.
I can do it this time...I WILL do it...