I am a person of goals. My clock has started over again. That is OK. I do not want them any more. I came across something that spoke of the 7-7-7 rule. Seven days to get the nicotine out of your system. (In my case it is thirty.) Seven weeks for the psychological addiction to end. And seven monthes for the what did I ever see in them to kick in.
My lover that I should have never taken up with. I will always miss you. I have such good memories of you. Your allure will always tempt me. There is no medically safe amount to smoke. I cannot ever succumb to your wiles again. I will keep your picture in my wallet and I will not deny what we had together. Because
I have cut my freaking arm off!!
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