December is here

and with it a renewed sense of purpose.
After another slip off the non-smoking wagon and the subsequent re-detox - which is marked by binge eating, rage blackouts, and general snippiness - i'm back to clean living for good this time. No more cheating. It's lame.

Now when I find myself nurturing that deep-seated urge to smoke a butt, I visualize mouth cancer. Something along these lines but much worse:

Harsh I know, but it should help.