1,000+ days. Coming up on 3 years. That nic bitch still whispers to me. Case-in-point, I'm out in Chicago, flying solo and traveling for business. Despite all my days quit, I get a whisper that I should buy a can on my way home from the bar that I'm sipping some dingles at. Immediately, I recognize the tactic, get pissed off and text one of my best friends in quit (he knows who he is) and tell him I am quit like Fuck!!!
Never. NEVER lose sight of your purpose. I will be on roll posting my next number and making sure that I do that at all costs. This is MY quit. My brothers/sisters mean more to me than anything on this world and I will not fail them.
Not to trying to brag or say that I am better than anyone, but this is quitting. This is control. I own this. This quit is mine.
Quit like your life depends on it my friends. Quit your ass off. Quit like fuck.