Today, March 12, makes five months since quitting smoking. Things for the most part have been getting easier. Really the only trigger left is the car. I still want one when I drive, especially when I’m drinking a coffee.

There is still the “devil” on my shoulder saying just one’s not going to hurt. So far I’ve been able to stay clear of cigarettes. Aside from driving there isn’t really any one thing I can point to that tempts me. I guess what my broader issue is, I feel like that same kid who wants to have one. I can’t really explain it. It’s almost like you feel like you’ve conquered nicotine/cigarettes, but at the same time you know, you’re not fixed.

As I look back proudly at the last five months, I look ahead to what almost seems will be an internal battle to stay free from smoking for the rest of my life.