Nine months

It's been nine months to the day since I've quit smoking.

I've since smoked a handful of cigarettes, usually while shmammered.

Sometimes I catch myself missing smoking. These moments are rare and they pass by quickly.  In the end, it feels good to not be a slave to an addiction.

Damn good.

Nine months of not buying a pack. Nine months of not smelling like shit. Nine months of happy lungs.

Go me.