Evidently the heartburn that I was thought was an inescapable factor of my life was due to smoking. After quitting, I don't have it.

All the times previously that I had tried to quit smoking, I had always kept an unopened pack in a drawer "just in case", without realizing that it meant that I knew I wasn't going to make it.

When instead of *trying* I just *quit*, I kept nothing on hand.

I think we all have different ways of coping. For weeks afterward I couldn't linger at the table with my coffee, instead I drank my coffee while walking around. And my house was never so clean before. Or since. :)