First day smoke-free

 

My Mikey, I love you

∞ • π³ + 1

 

Well, it’s 7:18pm, and I haven’t had anything to smoke AT ALL since late last night.  Today was supposed to be my quit date, so I decided to stick with that.  So far s’okay!

I sent a progress report to Mama and MH, and I asked MH to tell Alex I heard him in my head, asking me if I smoked because I wanted to die.  He sent me a response, saying he’s proud of me and he loves me.  That’s my boy-oy-oy-oy-oy!

My first smoke-free day since jail, last September.  In fact, I went to jail on the very day that my dear friend Amie’s mother Shelbie died.  I found out a week and a day later, and I realized I had missed Shelbie’s funeral, which I was specifically INVITED to.  I cried my heart out.

So I’m going to drop Amie a line, see how she is, and let her know that I’m a one-day victor, thus far.  I already think of myself as a non-smoker, so I’m not "trying" to quit.  I DID quit.  I HAVE quit.  I QUIT!

Mikey’s complaining that he can’t get online, so I’m gonna see if this saves.  If not, I’m copying it, to paste later.

Love,

Jack