I smoked on and off from 13ish to 16 and then became about
a pack a day smoker...worse when I was out clubbing...but quit when I got pregnant. Unfortunately, I started up after I went back to work
and spent an hour, one way, commuting. When my daughter was a year old I finally quit for good...but unfortunately, that's when I started the worst flare of my life. I had had CD for about
11 years at that point but entered about
7 years of living H@+L
I think that my smoking did something to keep my disease quiet...and sometimes wish I hadn't quit!
Looking back, I'm glad I did and even though it's been a ridiculously hard road, I wouldn't change a thing.
p.s. I still crave a smoke now and again