Hello Everyone. I smoked for 22 years and was able to quit about a year and a half ago for almost a full year. Then with a loss of income, struggles at home, I didn't just welcome it back... I crawled to it. Worse mistake of my life.

Today, I smoked my last cigarette with no plans of heading back. I enjoyed so much about my life as a non-smoker, and want that back. The feeling of not being winded with helping someone move. That need of needed Nicotine isn't pleasant. Having to separate myself from the group to grab a quick puff and then that smell. Coming back and being that guy at the table that makes an unpleasant smell for everyone. I don't know why I wanted it back, the stupid familiarity of "imaginary thinking of its being a stress reduction!"

Last time I saved my last cigarette telling myself I was going to smoke it on my death bed, saved it because I thought that I loved smoking, saved it because I knew I was going to start again. Not this time. I'm not going to go back, I'm going to get those lungs a fighting chance! Watch that number return.

Hope you guys stay strong, don't let stress take you back to the being a slave to a cancer stick.