I had to count this one a few times on my fingers (mental arithmatic is not my strong point!) because I actually can't believe it's been 10 months since I quit! Time is flying by and - although my milestone is overshadowed by a blip in month 7 - I still feel great!
I can't believe how dependant I was on cigarettes... that panicky feeling of having to deal with a sitaution without one of your 'friends' is something that I really don't miss.
In fact, just this weekend my handbag was stolen (no money but a ridiculous amount of ID cards and passport as well as keys to my car and flat which would have cost a fortune to replace... it turned up 2 days later :)) and while I was totally distraught with the situation I didn't smoke! I have to admit - at one point I did consider it... but more as a form of 'self harm' rather than a way to calm me down (if that makes sense)... so I procceeded to drink a bottle of wine instead. The alcohol did it's job as I actually managed to get a few hours sleep, and the next day I woke up very very proud with myself for not having smoked
Anyway, I guess this is just a post to let you all know that I'm still here and going strong... I kept at it and I'm so glad I did - I honestly do not miss the fags and am looking forward to reaching the penthouse and spending the rest of my days there!