After countless relapses, I'm quitting again. I mean I quit. I stopped. This is the time; this is the quit. My two year old granddaughter needs me. So does her mother, her father, her grandma, my kid's father, my sisters, my friends...I have a lot of people in my life who love me. My brother in law died at 54 last year. He was not a smoker but was incredibly obese and had several medical conditions. He didn't take care of himself and look what happened. I don't want to die young. I'm at the point in my life where I'm on the other side of that hill and want to descend as healthy as possible.
Despite this, I'm craving pretty bad. Day 4 has begun and I'm hoping it will be better.