A year ago today, I quit smoking. I liked smoking. I defined myself as a smoker. I smoked for 21 years. It gave my restless hands something to do. As a traveler, it was my constant companion. Although I knew how bad it was for my health, I would make a ton of excuses on why it was okay “that I had my one bad vice”.

I made a promise to myself that when I was within 20lbs of my goal weight, that I would quit. The fear of gaining weight was always preventing me from stopping. On April 6, 2010 I made the decision that I would find every way possible (there are a lot of options out there) to help me kick the habit. I made a list, and was prepared of trying every option available.

I took the money that I spent on cigarettes, and I started a daily yoga practice. Focusing on how powerful breathing is to my profession, life, and overall stress levels, I can’t believe that I spent hours a day and lot of money trying to kill these vital organs.

Why am I sharing? Because the exact opposite came true. I, was my own hurdle. My fear was just that. A fear. By looking at it straight in the eye and challenging it, it disappeared. Empowerment took it’s seat. This silly little habit not only took my money, time, health, but it built an invisible wall that separated me from what I wanted. To live a healthy life: physically & emotionally.

I’m posting this in hopes that someone else I love will be inspired to kick the habit, as I was inspired by my friends who quit before me.

- Michelle Pereira

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