in one of the lessons in the american lung association's freedom from smoking program, it's suggested that we come up with a phrase that we can repeat over and over, every day, until we believe it - a phrase that reinforces our self-image as a non-smoker - and post it on the ffs message boards. self-image of a non-smoker

last night, old man winter visited my neck of the woods for the first time this season; he dropped about 7 or 8 inches of the white stuff on us before he was done. heart attack snow

tonight, my quit is three weeks old. that's 21 days. or 504 hours. or 30,240 minutes. or 1,814,400 seconds. hmmm... 1,814,400 seconds; now that seems like a long time. and it is, kind of, but it's also just the first part of a much longer time: how to stay quit forever

i remember when i first met my demon; he wasn't much to look at back then - more like one of those cartoon devils you'd see sitting on bugs bunny's shoulder; kinda cute. and small. very small. an imp, really... feeding the demon

sometimes i feel like i'm howlin' at the moon... addiction is forever