A (Most Justified) Gloat

Yes, this post is simply a "Yay for me!" post, and since it's my blog, I feel like that's just fine every once in a while.

Today's gloat is that I am officially 5 months and 1 beautiful day (I should've posted yesterday) off the Nicodemon! That's right folks ... 22 weeks and some odd hours free from my self-imposed slavery.

To break it down in more bite-sized bits:
• That's about 2,100 cigs that I haven't smoked
(read that one again for impact)
• And about $380-$400 that I haven't spent
• About 6 lbs that I've gained (small price to pay in my humble opinion)
• And who knows how many hours I've added back onto my journey in this life

The Fun Blocker
This is most likely the only time you will ever hear me push pill-popping, but folks, this great miracle is courtesy of an itty bitty pill (Chantix) that wedged its way into my brain and said "Nico-Fun be gone!" And you know what? That was all it took. Poof – gone! Just like that. I just had to take care of some of those pesky psychological triggers (boredom, stress) in other ways and that was it, done.

It's kinda funny because I was going through the motions to quit – setting a quit date, gathering a support group, gathering my willpower – and my doc said, "Why are you waiting? This works!" And it did work ... like a freaking blast of good grace.

I've talked to people who said it didn't work for them, but I don't think they were really ready yet. You gotta want it ... really want it. And I did. And I quit. And now, "Yay me!"