I've just come back from a long weekend with my brother and his partner. It was a visit I've put off for awhile as they're both smokers and smoke in the house. In fact it's the first time I've been round people smoking since I quit.
It's amazing how much things like this have changed over the last 10 years. I have friends that smoke but they don't smoke in their own homes so they nip out while you carry on, not really noticing that they've disappeared. People at work have to drive off site to smoke so I don't see smokers there.
So first time sitting at a table with baccy tins and lighters within reaching distance and smoke hanging in the air around me. I am so pleased to say that I was not tempted in the least, even with a couple of vodkas inside me. It wasn't the fact that I resisited and came through the weekend. I did not want to smoke.
I never thought I would ever get to this stage. I thought I'd always have to battle the temptation when I was in a situation like this. I've known for some time that I wasn't going to smoke again. That smoking was a lie that gave me nothing but there's a difference to knowing all that and actually not wanting to smoke at all.
I cannot believe I'm free of it after all this time.