This is the mental image I’m trying to keep in my head, as I make my second, serious attempt to quit smoking. Non-nicotine addicts, my wife included, can not fully understand my plight. I even have a friend who swears he quit smoking, having never made a habit out of smoking REAL cigarettes in the first place. In my book he’s a non-nicotine addict as well.
To offset the eventual increase in appetite and weight gain, I joined a gym a few weeks ago, and have started to work at getting back what I have lost. I wish I had pictures of me around the age of 23 so you kids could see why I was nicknamed the “Puertorican Adonis with a cock of steel and a heart of gold”. Alas, I don’t have many pictures from that time depicting that image. But who knows? Maybe someday again I’ll be as strong as her:
I’ll keep you posted.