I can't believe it's been a year already! On September 1st 2010 I smoked my last cigarette, and never looked back!
I had nicotine withdrawal symptoms for a few days, wanted to kill a few people, then I just missed the gesture, the stress relief, leaving the office for breaks... And then after a few months I stopped counting the days. I actually didn't even remember it was a year until my lovely roommate and friend Beth told me this morning (she stopped on the same day).
Now I kind of dislike the smell, and I love to run. Who would have thought??
And here's a little memory of back in the day... Stoli on the rocks in one hand, Marlboro Lights in the other. 2006, West Village, random Saturday night on my way to MisShapes. HA!