I know it's counter-productive to my goal. I don't know why I do it - why I taunt myself like that. I just can't help it. There's something about that smell.
When I find myself weakening like that, I have to remind myself of my past failures. I have to think back to my previous feeble attempts at quitting - and, specifically, to those moments when I gave in to my addiction.
Not once did it feel good to light up again. Sure, there's a rush that comes with that first hit of nicotine. But it doesn't taste good - not anywhere near as good as it smells. Maybe it doesn't even smell good - maybe it's just the addiction trying to convince me I need a cigarette. And then there's the heavy lungs; the lingering stench on my sleeves; the guilt. Especially the guilt.
And then it's back to square one.
When I think about what it's like to spark up again - what it's really like, not what the addicted part of my brain tries to convince me it's like - then the whole idea is utterly disgusting.
Sometimes it's good to dwell on failure - if it helps you to succeed.
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