2 months.
Looking back to 2 months ago.
Fat and out of shape. Disgusted with my lack of control and motivation. Feeling very defeated at having failed again. And so tired of the monkey on my back.
Today I am down 20 pounds and my diet has VASTLY improved.
I am walking 5 miles most days.
My lungs are completely clear and breathing is a cinch.
Productivity is way up along with energy levels.
Brain power has increased and I can actually speak without stumbling and stuttering.
Sleep has improved, dreaming is back in full force.
And the self-loathing is gone. That one is huge.
All great reasons to keep going.
I still have progress to make, however. More detoxing, I'm sure I would still test positive. More weight to lose and sleep could improve (I think I've discovered that going to bed hungry isn't helping!).
I feel so good, both physically and mentally. Why would I ever pick up again?
To my fellow quitters, thanks for your support! This site means so much to me.
To the wishers and the lurkers, take the plunge. The idea of quitting is so much scarier than the reality. It really is.