...since I’ve had a cigarette. I’m not as happy as I had hoped to be. Mostly because I still miss smoking. I had thought that I’d be more focused on the benefits, more proud of myself. And I have every right to be, since even though I have craved them every single day and some days it was all I could do not to just smoke a whole pack at one go, I haven’t. I did break a few times and have a puff, but only a few times in all this month and I always put it out without more than that. But it was part of me and it’s gone and I’m not sure I know who I am without them. However, hate it or not, I think one month qualifies me to mark this as done, especially considering all I have been thru in that time and not caved.