The End of an Era Pt 2.

So it’s been 6 weeks, and it still sucks. Not quite as much as it did, but it still haunts me a lot. Like all the time. Like sometimes I cannot function, there is no room left in my brain for other thoughts.

But I am winning, slowly but surely the overwhelming urge to smoke is lessening. It might be painfully slow and umpteen times a day I wonder why I am bothering, but I am getting there.

I have fallen off the wagon a couple of times, instead of kicking myself and throwing in the towel, I’ve dusted myself off and climbed back on the wagon.

I will fall off again, of that I am quite sure.

I am even more certain, that I will be clambering right back on again.

Take that smoking. I am winning this war.

Carmen (with whiter teeth and fresher breath) xx