I still count, I still think about smoking, although much less now a days.
I miss it. I won’t lie. I do.
However, 74 days in I can tell you I am beginning to feel like a new person. I am not a slave to my routines or habits. I can ride a bike for 15 miles. I can taste food.
Mainly I miss taking breaks. I miss decompressing with a smoke. I miss my stress reliever. I miss sitting on the front porch and watching the world go by.
Is it worth $667.68, yes. Is it worth my sweeties happiness? You bet.