I'll get over this eventually, but I constantly wonder why I'm able to quit this time. I don't question it! I just plain stopped. No real plans. I was quitting, sort of, before I went to the ER on 12/17/18, but my heart wasn't in it. Not even close. I did take a shower and brush my teeth before driving to the hospital. Know why I did that? I didn't want to smell like smoke. Is that sad or what? We act like such fools when we smoke.
My husband is out of town, so my VD plans include going to dinner with my sister and a good friend, and then off to the local community theater to see a play. My friend doesn't smoke, but my sister does; I suspect she'll keep it to a minimum while we're out. I need to always be cognizant of it though. My husband going out of town used to give me permission to smoke. That, in addition to going out with the girls, would have doubled that permission. Today and tonight, though, smoking is not going to happen. N.O.P.E. is more important than ever.
I've been painting and crafting all morning. I have rocks base painted that will last me a while. I even got out the vacuum for my sewing room (our former dining room) after I gave it a good tidying. Right now, though, I think I'm going to get a tiny little nap to prepare me to make good decisions later.
Here's hoping Mandolinrain is feeling like a million bucks today (or even a half-million).
Happy Valentine's Day quitters!