Forty Days and Thirty-Nine Nights…

Since my last cigarette and still no violent crimes!

I do dream about smoking fairly often, I dream that I have forgetten that I’ve quit and I catch myself smoking… It’s a weird dream, and it’s almost exactly the same every time I have it. It actually stegthens my resolve to keep up with this quitting thing because of how bad I feel about myself when I’m smoking in the dream…

So far I haven’t turned into a complete fat ass, although I have gained 5-10 lbs depending on the day. My wieght tends to flucuate (sp) anyway, so legistically it’s probably more like 3-7 lbs… Which is minimal compared to the last time I tried to quit.

So, I’m happy to report that after forty days my car finally, almost, does not reek of stale smoke… for the first time in over 6 years!