Friday was to be my quit day... I was breezing along doing fairly well that day but had a bump in the road and I just imploded. Traumatic events that happen that early was just too much for me. On Saturday morning I had to put my beloved boxer dog Baxter down after only a couple days of illness so I had no time to even consider such a horrific outcome. He was 10 1/2 and I had had him since he was 4 weeks old and he was the love of my life.

I got back on the train though late yesterday afternoon and I am doing well today. I don't have any cigarettes and wont' buy any. For fleeting moments from time to time I want one but it isn't bad.. nothing that I am pulling my hair out over.

I was probably quite weak not continuing my quit when I had to put my dog down, but on the up side I did stay alcohol free when I had every intention and had actually given myself permission to have a double shot of Patron's. I chose against it and to stay clear minded as I cried. Some day really soon I will also feel that way about cigarettes.. I won't want to spoil/ruin the progress that I make for anything..