Good for you Amos. I'm still hovering at two cigs per day, after thirty years of two-three paks, and I'm getting some wind back and gaining some weight as well. Soon I expect to be wheezing from my fat encrusted lungs and heart but they will be nice and pink inside and I won't offend anybody around me, ....other than if I become a 900 pounder that has to be craned out of the window to get my angioplasty....in which case I'm sure the Enquirer will give me my fifteen minutes of fame...

FORMERLY THIN SMOKER BALLOONS INTO BLIMP AND BLOTS OUT SUN

A morbidly obese man, known only as Tweed, exploded inside his bedroom after consuming six crates of pears and several gallon jugs of pickled eggs and pigs feet. It is thought that his demise came within months after heeding doctor's warnings to stop smoking or die. Neighbors were heard to say..."Well, he was harmless enough I suppose...but he shore could put away the pizza and Philly steak and cheese sammitches...."