Taking that first step.

"Quitting is hard. Not quitting is harder."

I can't agree more.

I finally decided to put my heart into quitting smoking. I know, I know. That's what I always say and what I have always been saying since I was thirteen years old, to varying degrees of failure. But this time, I'm not so sure about failure just yet. This time, maybe I will make it.

Afterall, I have the loving support of my baby girl behind me.

Why am I doing this? I guess I'm just so sick of all the empty promises that I have broken time and again to quit over these long years. Cigarettes strip my wallet dry and leave me a pauper. And perhaps most importantly, and the least selfish, is that my endeavour is undertaken on behalf of my special someone. I know I hurt her by smoking - baby I'm sorry for all the times I told you I'd quit but I didn't.

I always told myself that I will do everything that I can to make her happy.

But I always used the excuse that quitting was not within my limits. I always maintained how it was physically impossible for my body and that it would destroy me. I realize now that's that being piss weak.

Love is about sacrifice. This is one of the times where I give up one of the ill habits that I have the misfortune to addict myself it. Hey, I confess : I love smoking and it's one of the greatest joys in my life. But now it's time to say goodbye to it and gain an even bigger happiness ; the satisfaction of telling my girl that I fulfilled one of her wishes for me.

It's been so long since I went twenty four hours without tobacco, and the minutes are steadily counting down to midnight. I guess it's safe to say that I made it through the first day. I admit, I'm proud of myself. My body feels slightly weakened but it's still strong overall - I'm going to the gym in the morning tomorrow to get a good pump. There's also a refreshing calmness from knowing, hitherto, I have not tainted my body with poison for a whole day.

I can feel midnight coming...