So off we go again, starting from Square One.
This caught me SO off guard -- going from the gym to the next-door bistro for a salad and nothing more. Sat next to guy who was half Irish/half Cherokee. He was like, "I'm half Irish and half Indian. You don't want to meet me in a bar."
He went out for a smoke, came back smelling disgusting. I hope to remember that smell as long as I live.
Long story short, I'm so into this guy's story, I pay his bar tab and follow him out for another smoke. Like an absolute idiot. I bum one from him. I'm standing outside the bar with all of the other LOSERS, smoking, when who but my personal trainer is walking from the gym to his car. Totally busted.
One bummed cigarette led to a pack and to another pack, you know the drill.
I THINK I maybe have it now. Not One Puff Ever.
Starting again from scratch, but hanging in with this group and loving the support...
..peteg
