Today is smoke-free day 428, and honestly? Honestly I wondered. I really, really wondered if I would not slip just a bit while having someone staying with me who smoked and also smoked what used to be my favorite brand. Once or twice, like just after my little panic meltdowns at each landing of the see-through metal grating stairs coming down from the scary-ish (but awesome!) lighthouse or driving across the big Megler-Astoria bridge, I really almost asked to bum a cigarette. But honestly? I didn't. I didn't partly because I really gave it some thought only to find that I didn't really physically want one after all outside of the old idea of smoking, partly because it's not the example I wanted to set for my nephew from whom I considered bumming a cigarette (and who already smokes the brand I used to smoke, a fact not lost on me, if you'd like the rest of the honest truth), partly because I'd feel the need to mention it here and to my Chantix bloggy quit buddies, partly because it still smells bad (sorry, but it does), partly because of a million reasons.
It's still just one day at a time here because that's where I happen to be, and I'm cool with it because it's still working.