when I was quitting, the addiction behaved like random ants crawling under my skin, something I can feel but never locate.

oh and my right hand no longer smells like stale cigarettes!

It has been a month! I slipped up a few times but I’ve always faithfully returned to the gum and now NOT smoking is becoming the norm.

Ahh… it’s not over. The hardest thing now is my craving for the ACT of smoking. putting it to my lips, that flicker of light within my palm, the first drag… sigh. I feel my body responding, even as I type this.

I won’t go back, I am sure. suffered too much pain and discomfort to go back now. my pride is also at stake…