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Today’s the day. The BIG day. The first day in I-don’t-know-how-long that I voluntarily will absolutely not smoke one nasty
cigarette all day. Yep, I’m quitting. No more butt-sucking for me. (Sounds pretty disgusting when you put it that way, huh?) Well, it is disgusting, and I’m sick of it. No more yellowing fingers, no more mouth tasting like an ashtray, no more spending over a thousand dollars a year on a slow form of suicide. Nope, I’ve decided I would like to see my son grow up, and for him to not have to see me puffing away while we’re at it. I think I have a slight edge on the average quitter, as I only sucked down 9 or 10 cancer sticks a day. There’s no smoking in our house, either, so I’d already eliminated the “comfort of my own home” element. The smoking while driving thing will be pretty easy, too- although I used to love to smoke while I drove, since I’ve had my son he’s usually in the car with me, so that’s out/
Kendramama
, Soul Doubt.
Question: Do you have advice for Kendramama as she tries to beat the nicotine demon?