What I no longer look like. Well, at least I don't have the cigar.
Yes, five years ago today I kicked that devil tobacco - cold turkey, no less. I'd like to say it was because I finally realized that by then I'd been smoking on and off for over half of my life, or that I came to the conclusion that I loved myself just too damn much to pollute my body anymore. In fact, however, I would have to say that most of it had to do with Mrs. Nator ramping up the anti-smoker abuse on me. There's more than one reason that I love her.
Am I now eating and exercising like I really should? No. But at least I've notched five years sans death sticks in my extra-large belt.
Hey, aren't we all just works in progress?