Whitbit

I am one word: Proud. A feat which has been in the back of my mind for years filed under the tab labeled "Impossible Goals" has finally been accomplished. I have officially quit slowly killing myself.

Now all I need to do is get back into the swing of working out at the gym and I am going to be a whole new woman!!

I love the way I smell now too. My clothes smell so good and clean, and I don't have nasty breath anymore. I don't even want a cigarette. It doesn't bother me to see someone smoke-- it's not like I thought where if someone lit up I'd instantly want one. I don't, it stinks! I don't want to breathe the stuff.