Last year, the evening of May 31st, I had my last cigarette. Today I am celebrating one year as a non-smoker. I can't believe it that I have made it this far! I have lots of people to thank.....my family for putting up with me the first month when I was so unbearably miserable and moody....my still smoking friends who never put any pressure on me to have "just one puff" and went out of their way to not smoke in front of me...and my friends here who kept telling me it would get better and kept patting me on the back and cheering me on....and dear Mischa for directing me a website that made my heart break and realize what I had to do as I sat himming and hawing about whether or not it was the right time for me to quit.

I suffered mood swings, weight gain, and a metabolism that slowed so much that it could be outrun by a turtle....but in the end it has all been worth it. I never truly believed that I could quit and am now proud to say that I am a non-smoker.

Thanks everyone for your support and kind words along the way!