I made it through the first 24 hours. From my past experiences with quitting, I should be freaking out right now and ready to cave.
Not today.
I armed myself with a myriad of smoking cessation aides. I have lozenges, patches and gum. Right now I'm rockin' the patch/lozenge combo. The patches irritate my skin and the lozenges, like the gum, taste like roasted butthole. (Thanks for that metaphore, Jen!) They are minor annoyances I can live with in order to succeed in being smoke-free.
My son, without being coached, told me that I looked younger today. I don't know if he really meant it or he's just happy I'm not smoking, but it was nice to hear either way.
Yesterday I primed myself for the Quit Day. I did what any super addicted smoker does when she knows "this is it." I chain smoked and drank wine. My goal was to feel so crappy this morning that a cigarette would be the last think I wanted. Yeah.... That doesn't work, but I was ready nonetheless.
I feel good today. I hope I do this well tomorrow.
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