After the accident in January, I had a feel very sorry for myself day. My arm was painful where I had landed on it. Every one seemed to be staring at me, looking like the bride of Frankenstein, I seriously had a self pitying, one cigarette wont hurt, moment. One cigarette leads to two, leads to 3, leads to 30 a day again.
So, with my husbands will he/won't he, be made redundant, The accident, The 3rd anniversary of my son passing. I seemed to always find an excuse to keep smoking.
I took a holiday this week. Just a week. But this week I have used it as a do not smoke week. I planned this when I booked the holiday last month. So bloody glad I am back on the wagon. I had my last cigarette on Friday evening. The stopping is the easy bit. Staying stopped is a bit harder.
Was meant to be April, but kept finding the excuses!!!!!