It was 10 years ago today -- 3,653 days -- that I quit smoking tobacco! That after about twice that long being a heavy smoker, and with virtually no attempts to quit in all hat time. What put the fear into me was a serious flu I got, totally out of the blue, that left me sick in bed for about a week, after which it turned into pneumonia. It's the only time in my life I've really been scared that something serious would happen to me. (Diabetes was a scare, but one I figured then, and figure now, that I could handle.) Quitting was tough. I used a nicotine patch for about a month, relied on aids such as black licorice for a while, but all in all I've never really looked back. I know now I do things -- such as the uphill bike ride I took this morning -- that I could not be doing otherwise. If I were even still alive otherwise. I've done a lot of stupid things in my time -- starting smoking was one of them! -- but I've done at least one smart thing, too. If you smoke, quit. Maybe you'll find, like me, that it's easier than you think it's going to be.
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