Created
Nov 09
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today i quit smoking.
made it through the morning and my work day without one. trying not to think about it. trying to find something to fill the time.
it's the morning of day 2. the immediate thoughts of having a puff don't seem to be as hard-pressed as yesterday. still trying to find something active to do when i feel the urge of wanting to be complacent.
cold-turkey....
night of day 2. finding more moments where my body is expecting the usual dose of nicotine-- for a brief second my body perks up thinking its going to get a puff--only to be let down when i fight the urge.
god dam my mind is resourceful.
morning of day 3-- minimal thinking about my once longtime friend. my body keeps awaiting a cigarette as a reward of some sort. can't fully explain it.
breathe
morning of day 4- breathing easier. not hacking up phlegm, not spending 5 bucks a day. still trying to rid my place of the stench of smoke. <--there aren't enough candles in the world for that.
it's a struggle. i keep waiting for this little mind game of mine to end so i can smoke again. trying to come to terms that this is the end. i have noticed that i smoke when i'm happy....i mean when something makes me smile, i usually complimented it with a smoke. wtf was i thinking?
day 11- still not smoking, but the cravings is still there. how can they not be, 15 years of this shyt?!? i see myself stumbling at least once. negative thought, but an honest one. i don't want to falter, but i still view a 'smoke' as a reward. once that rationale dies...
day 12- dying for a smoke....wait, did i just type that? how true those words are. should i just succumb to the notion that i will die from smoking and light one up? i accepted that fate for years. these cravings are sickening. i haven't put myself in situations where people smoke, but i'm almost certain that i'll be smoking again in a matter of a week or less. the hours i've spent at work during this 'phase' are increasing. this blows!