It’s over
*sigh*
This morning I woke up, dragged my sleepy self downstairs, grabbed my pack of cigarettes and ran it under water. I stuck it in the garbage can, poured myself some coffee and reflected on the possibility of not having to stop to take breaks just walking up the stairs.
I quit a few years ago, and I think mostly I did okay with it. I found out, quite by accident while getting some pre-op testing done for some surgery, that I have begun developing emphysema. Nice, yes? One would think that that would be enough to keep me on a quit for the rest of my life. Sadly, no.
In the last three weeks I have noticed serious breathing issues, but I couldn’t seem to put the damn things down. There has been so much stress and so many trials this year, it’s just been really difficult. I’ve scolded myself a lot because there is nothing so bad that happens that it’s worth dying over, and killing myself with those things is most assuredly what I was doing.
I got the last of my belongings from the old house yesterday, made one last trip down memory lane, locked the door and drove away. What better time to quit smoking? The moving is done (except for that pesky unpacking thing) and the kids are in Florida for the next month. Limited (ha) stress, I hope 
Wish me luck!