I cheated again today, but it was only one! One, I tell you! And it wasn’t my idea, but J’s. We went over to my mother’s to move the super enormous weighs-a-ton upright freezer from her house to our house, because we are consolidating all of our copious amounts of junk and stuff for the move next month. And after hauling and pushing that monstrosity up into the truck bed, J said, I need a cigarette. And my mom is always so willing to oblige. So we each had one, on her back porch.
(this is why I try not to tell her when I am “quitting” because she’s never managed it, so why should I?)
I’m trying, really trying. But it is still very hard. I need to quit cheating, it only makes it worse. I can do it! grrr!
(the picture says: Every puff you take damages your body)