Nonic, my reasons at first, were mostly about myself. But, then i slipped and I had to really think about why i was quitting. What I found out, is , I am doing it all for me. For my lungs, my health, for my self esteem... That became clear to me tonight, as my husband smoked in another room in the house and even though I could smell it, I sat on the couch and I was fine. I didn't even think about going to ask him for a puff. I had to realize that it was just about me or I was going to fail. Last year in January, we both quit, after 60 days I found out he had been sneaking on a daily basis. I felt cheated, betrayed and angry. I had suffered for 60 days, thinking it was something we were doing together and then wham! So I fell off the wagon. But, this time is different. He talks about quitting, but I'm not pressuring him. He will quit when he is ready. And I will be fine either way. Besides, we'll probably get along better if we quit at different times.
[B]My Milage:[/B]
[B]My Quit Date: [/B]1/14/2008
[B]Smoke-Free Days:[/B] 0
[B]Cigarettes Not Smoked:[/B] 0
[B]Amount Saved:[/B] $0.00
[B]Life Gained:[/B]
[B]Days:[/B] 0 [B]Hrs:[/B] 1 [B]Mins:[/B] 47 [B]Seconds:[/B] 12