Got your message, Frankie. I appreciate the kind words.
But enough about me.
It's really simple: If you're truly committed to being rid of tobacco, you will be. Guaranteed. Day to day, month to month, year to year.
You're going to have to struggle. At times, it's going to suck worse than getting hit by a space shuttle. You might have to fight hard for a long time - for longer than some of your fellow April '14 quitters.
Oh, but by God, owning this shit is so sweet. I still relish being quit. After you've put in all the hard work and dedication for weeks and months, the real payback begins. You'll feel especially good about being a fucking god. You'll guard your quit like it's a pretty little baby bird that twitters softly and tickles your balls with its pretty little eyelashes.
(Do birds have eyelashes? Whatever.)
And then there's always this motivation: If you don't quit, it's going to kill you. The odds are not in your favor. Barring an accident or some other organic illness unrelated to tobacco, it will get you someday. Most likely from heart disease or some other cardiovascular horror, but perhaps as soon as a year from now, when oral cancer flattens you.
Do this: Post every day, without exception. Get to know your quit group. Forge bonds at KTC. Conjure up all the balls and resolve you can muster. Never leave this community.
And you'll win.
