Time is flying by too quickly. I can hardly believe I've been quit nearly 50 days. But so I have! I'm posting my free QuitMeter at the bottom of the "short post" portion today so you can see.

I was doing some more Quit Reading, exploring some of the ideas that people were expressing, etc. and came across a new gal who had her epiphany about being "done". And that's it - that's what it takes I guess. That brilliant moment that shines in the mind so brightly you can't see anything else. That moment that says "This is it, there is no other option."

The way I feel about it, see, is that I'm a coward. A true, dyed in the wool, lilly livered yellow bellied coward. In order to do this successfully, then, I had to have no other option but to do it. But I don't want to wait until I get cancer or some other horrid diagnosis (because, after all, I'm pure D chicken). So - I had to quit now, and I had to be sure I knew that I had no other option.

And it is working for me. I'm like one of those pups you see whose owner can put a magnificent doggy feast down on the floor right in front of its nose and it won't move. It knows it has no option - until it is given an option it cannot move. I am that dog! And there IS no option to be given, so you can put your sickarettes down right in front of me and there will be nothing that will make me move toward them.

I don't want them. I can't have them. I've taken that option out of my thinking. Now if I have a smoking thought or even a true crave, it's no big deal. It isn't a matter of "Can I get through this without smoking?" It's more like, "*sigh* Here we go again - I hope this doesn't take long, I have work to do."

And my Inner Addict knows its beat. It really doesn't even try anymore. Once in a while, the pitiful creature rears up and makes itself known. But I'm not giving in to complacency any more than I'm giving myself any option to smoke. So it just does this "I'm still here." thing to check in every once in a while, just so I remember I once was ruled by the whims of its fancy.

Can you believe that? I was once ruled by that pitiful creature!


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