Just made it past my second Christmas sans alcohol. Didn't break a sweat. I would, however, like to express my appreciation to Martineli's Sparkling Cider.
Just the other day my wife was helping me look for something, and she ran across a couple of lighters I had around (one in my office desk drawer, and one in my briefcase).
"Are you smoking again?"
"No..."
"You have way more lighters than a non smoker should have"
"Yes, because although the circumstances rarely call for it, it's useful to be able to produce a flame when you need one. I haven't actually used those lighters in quite some time."
"Are you sure you aren't smoking?"
"Do you think I could possibly hide something from your nose for that long?"
"......."
She may not believe me - mostly because we've had this conversation in the past, and I was lying when I said no. I wasn't this time, and it felt good, even if she doesn't believe me. As bad as it may sound, I'm not sure I care if she believes me. Like my decision to refrain from alcohol, my endurance as a non-smoker is based solely on promises I made to myself.
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