Thank You For Not Smoking

Sunday night I decided to quit smoking. I have quit with all three pregnancies, and it was pretty easy because I was doing it for my baby. So this time, I realized I still am doing it for them. I want to be around for a very long time. It is like a bad breakup. Like that relationship you have that you know isn't the best for you. The person you know you don't want to spend the rest of your life with...but you don't know how to end it. So you wait around for years until you've had enough, you can't make excuses anymore. The negatives finally outweigh any positives, which, are really delusions anyway. I will admit, the first day was scary. I felt like a toddler wanting candy and having to tell myself "NO!" a hundred times over. I was extremely emotional, and cried off and on all day. I felt like I was losing it at one point. But I had a glass of wine, watched my fave show DWTS, and realized I was okay. And that I CAN do this! Yesterday was much better, since I had ten loads of laundry to distract me and keep me busy. And by this morning, the cravings are almost gone. I come from a long line of smokers. I want to break the chain, and would feel so guilty if I continued on smoking. Chandler has asthma, and I would only smoke outside, but even just the smell can make an attack worse. He learned a couple of years ago just how bad smoking is for your health, and turned into a walking *truth ad. It took me a long time to get here. I knew I would one day, and I'm so happy I've made it! Please pray that it continues to get easier for me! Have a great Wednesday!