Thank you whoever thought up this thread.
I started when I was 17 in rebellion. Spent several years justifying their abuse. Before then I used to be in shape, used to race bicycles as a teenager. Now I have three daughters and one son and would like to get them into it as well. Just kind of hard when your lungs are handicapped. My husband does not smoke. Thats another reason I'm doing this today. I miss kissing him. Sure I give him little pecks but nothing like how we used to. I'm tired of stinking. I'm tired of coughing. I'm tired of thinking aboutu them all the time.
This morning at 1207am I threw the rest of my pack away and don't have any more at the house. I'm alsos broke which helps the temptation.
Sorry this is rambling, kinda hitting the withdrawl today. Thanks for letting me vent.