...right
now. And I don't have any. The search on my porch for refries long enough to get a couple puffs becomes desperate. Thoughts of walking to the convenience store just down the street, buying a pack, ripping it open and puffing one down on the way home cloud my mind. "I'll quit at the end of this next pack. I promise. Last one." I fib to myself, knowing that I'm just prolonging the agony. It's not like I'll be motivated to quit 20 cigarettes from now, or 20 after that. Quitting will still suck, as the commercial goes. So why postpone something that's inevitable; I can make it suck less by just quitting now and putting up with the hardship that comes with it full on, ready for the fight. It's time to finally say "no"...not only "no", but "HELL no." As much as I want to buy just one more pack, I will not, and I know that I am finally taking a bigger step towards being tobacco-free.
