Fresh Breath!

Nobody likes to smell a smoker. That's perhaps the most compelling argument to quit smoking. That, and the slow uncomfortable death while clinging to an oxygen tank. That's also fairly unapealling. My life is pretty great. It isn't perfect, but I certainly can't complain and can think of a million better ways to die. I want to go in a fast car, on two Italian wheels, or on some great adventure. I don't want to die a smokers death so I quit. Again. 

The last blog was filled with attempts to quit and a lot of whiny discussion about it. This time it is a done deal. I signed up weeks ago with a quit smoking program. I have a phone coach. I have a local sponsor who promises I can call her day or night. I have cases of nicotine gum and an e-cig for emergencies. Today is my quit day but I accidentally quit on Saturday. Yes, accidentally. I had a cigarette at 5:30 at the antique market and just haven't picked one up since. 

According to my daily tips, I've done everything I'm supposed to do in preparation. I haven't smoked in the house for 15+ years, the car for at least 9 years, and I quit smoking during the work day a year ago. I don't smoke in the morning, and I don't do most of the other things they tell you to stop before the "quit date."  My objective isn't to dwell on it here or in life. I just want to be done. 

Last Saturday we had a super fun visit to the Frank Lloyd Wright Wilcox house in Springfield. I was exhausted but T wanted a little road trip on our day off together with no plans. We also toured a quite bizarre personal rock garden. Looking forward to more achitectural adventures at the end of October on our long weekend road trip. For now I'm off to Dallas for work...as soon as this delayed flight is ready to go.