i wrote the following a year ago today: don't fear your craves
imagine you're swimming underwater when something incredibly strong grabs one of your legs and won't let go: you know you've only got a minute or two to break free or you'll drown.
how hard do you fight to break that grip?
how much do you want to reach the surface?
is there any way you're going to give up that fight?
on the first day of my quit, november 19th, 2001, i had moments when i wondered if i could make it through the next 22 minutes without a smoke — i'm sure it never occurred to me that there'd come a day when i could say i'd made it through 22 months without one...
very few times in my life have been as emotionally, spiritually, and physically draining to me as the last month has been. i won't go into detail, but i will tell you that hell week was nothing compared to this past month, and at the time i was going through hell week, i couldn't imagine anything worse. two years down, a lifetime to go...
there was a time in your life when you didn't smoke (it may be difficult to imagine at this moment, but it's true). at the time you first chose to become a smoker, it was a brand-new thing for you, and not one that came naturally or easily; you had to practice. you had to work at it. paying the price
