I used to smoke. I tried to quit, but it was really hard, so I tried to cut back. Because what’s the harm of just one tiny, little, smoke a day? But always, the one that I allowed myself to have weighed heavy on me all the time. It’s all I could think about. And inevitably one every once in a while, turned into one after another after another after another. Quitting was hard, but allowing myself to just indulge every once in a while was impossible.