I wrote this just about one year after my quit. Re-post.

 

I like pizza.  However, it’s pretty rare that I actually order one; maybe once or twice a year.  Well last night, on my way home from work, I ordered a Supreme Thin Crust for carryout.  Picked it up, got it home, and then it hit me – I forgot to ask for crushed peppers.  Damn!  For me, pizza without crushed peppers is like fries without ketchup.  I even considered hopping in my car to head back to Pizza Hut.

 

Then it occurred to me.  I think I have some peppers in a bag stashed in the back of my kitchen cabinet!  I jumped up and began rifling through the spices, olive oil and other clutter, until (Hallelujah!) I spotted the bag.

 

I dumped it out on the kitchen counter and besides the crushed peppers, out tumbled a full pack of my old brand of cigarettes.  Can you imagine my reaction?  If not, let me tell you.  It was absolutely nothing.  I threw the pack away (no need to submerge them in water or put them through my paper shredder).   Then I enjoyed my pizza.

 

Time really does heal.

it's such a great feeling to look at cigarettes with such an indifference

 

glad it didn't ruin your pizza

I'll bet the red peppers lit you up!  I know when I quit, I put the usual amount on my pizza and was on fire!

 

Newbies and lurkers, this story could be you, too!

I stand by my smoking friend ,every week while she buys her weekly fix..I just feel sad for her..

Watching her spend all that money.. And always remarks about the horrible pictures on the packets..

I am never tempted... The price for me would be too high ...

Yup, it's pretty awesome when you get to the point that it's easy to turn away.   Don't give up folks.  You will get to that beautiful place too if you just hang in. 

I remember your post the first time Paul.