From my own experience I discovered that I hate smoking.
I hate the way it makes me feel, I hate what it is doing to my body,
I hate the fact that I feel guilty for doing it, I hate that I need to plan my
daily tasks around my next cigarette, and I really hate that I failed so
many times to quit smoking.
Quitting smoking for me was much more than a desire it was a curse.
I struggled time and time again to give up the addiction that was slowly
draining me of life. I wanted to quit smoking so badly I thought there
was nothing that could keep me from doing it.
Each time I quit I found myself at the local gas station buying a pack of cigarettes
merely to quiet the nicotine withdrawals I was encountering.
Day after day I would do this. I would smoke what I had then I would
quit again only to go through the whole process again.
The continued failure to quit smoking began to wear me down to the point
I thought the only way I was going to be able to quit was to get bad news from
my doctor that I had cancer. The thought of not being able to see my baby girl
grow up depressed me even more. I wanted to quit smoking so badly,
if not for me for her. So why was I having such a difficult time quitting?
Then finally after several attempts to quit I was actually able to make it
through one day, then two, and so on. I was so excited and shocked that
I was able to quit smoking.
I guess the moral of the story is to not let go of your desire to quit smoking.
If you get knocked off your horse get right back on and try it again.
By being persistent I was able to quit smoking and rid myself of the addiction that was controlling my life.
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