Well it is Friday afternoon and now almost 82 days (I am not going to stay up until midnight to complete the 24 hours and say I have legitimately accomplished 82 days). Part of me thinks 'well that wasn't so bad, was it?' and the other part of me says 'well why do I still want one when I arrive home with nothing particular to do'.
I am not teary like I was 4-6 weeks ago and it can really be six hours into the day before the thought of a cigarette even crosses my mine, let along a craving. I am looking back a little with rose-coloured glasses and thinking that it was not nearly as traumatic as I presumed it would be. But then a little voice reminds me there have been plenty of tough times and, likely enough, there will be more.
I still find there are empty half hours which I would have filled with a 3-4 ciggie session. Now I am filling them with a slightly smug feeling that I am conquering this dastardly habit, or by just breathing through the tingly feeling that comes with a craving.
At this stage, I think that the trap might be to be so bored with the process that I accidentally have one. But, actually, how is that going to happen? It's not going to happen because those neural pathways have been very seriously undermined and are not nearly as controlling as they once were.
My test this weekend is spending it with someone who smokes non-stop but I am confident that will just be a speed-hump and not a stop sign.
I hope all my quit buddies are feeling good and doing well.
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