Today marks the 35th annual “Great American Smokeout”. I quit 2,643 days ago (Aug. 22, 2004 @ 7:00pm, but who’s counting?) which was not that years smokeout day, but I wholeheartedly support the effort & sentiment.
If you know and/or love a smoker, gently urge them to try quitting, again. All they have to do is keep trying to quit – one day it’ll happen. The thing that helped me the most was taking a series of classes offered by my HMO. Those classes armed me with the information I needed to prepare and deal with the hurdles & pitfalls one encounters while breaking that addiction.
Every smoker will quit someday. Just make sure it’s on your own terms, not because it killed you.
On a brighter note – NO GRANDBABY YET!!! I think she’s built a bunker up in Jill’s belly and isn’t going to come out until she’s kindergarten age or something. C’mon wee one – the world isn’t THAT scary a place! (is it?)