I was making pasta for lunch (vegan mac & cheese...but that's a whole 'nother blog. Yuck!) The timer said the pasta still had to boil for six and a half minutes. Out of NOWHERE, my brain said to me, "That's just enough time to smoke a cigarette. Let's go out to the patio. Where are your cigarettes?" Out of the blue, I wanted a cigarette!
Not badly. I wouldn't even call it a craving. More like an ingrained response to having 6 free minutes. It was more the surprise factor that took my breath away for a second. I knew that I could still have that kind of an automatic thought at Day 106, because I'm in No Man's Land, but nevertheless, I was taken aback.
But I booted that thought and peeled a Clementine orange instead.
I don't smoke anymore. I don't want THIS anymore:
YUCK. Or this...
Well, now wait...my patio smoking haven never looked THAT bad! But I hope you all get a sensory sense of disgust at those photos. Yuck.