Milestones are always humbling and, while we can't change the past, I always like to reflect on days like this. Ryan asked me yesterday why I picked Christmas Eve to quit. I wish I could reference some spiritual or deep reflective cause, but I'm an addict... Here is my story...
2 years and 10 days ago my doctor told the supersize version of me that I needed to get my act together, or I needed to get my papers together because I wouldn't last long. I walked out of his office determined to change. The next day I dragged my fat ass to the gym for the first time in I don't know how long and started a very strict diet. And I committed to quit. Every day for the next 10 days I said this was it. No more. And every day I went to the gas station again. On Christmas Eve I finally realized that even in the city where I live only a few gas stations would be open the next day, so if I ran out it would be a challenge to buy. Christmas Eve was ok. Christmas Day was horrible. Somehow I made it the next 2 weeks, but I really don't remember much until I woke up 16 days later at the low point of my life. I went to the gym again that morning, 8 lbs lighter by that point, and came home and posted my sorry ass intro. You guys reached out and saved my life.
I'm very humbled today. And I'm very proud. Freedom from nicotine has led me to some places I would have never expected. I'm happier, healthier, and more successful in most aspects of life. I have friends in all 4 corners of the us, Alaska and Poland that I text or email frequently. Brotherhood is what this is all about.
Merry Christmas to each of you and your families. Lets all find a new quitter and help them find the freedom so many of us are living today!
