Back to reality today, day 154 of my quit.
I spent a good number of hours with people from EX at VA Beach and yet, the strangest thing happened. From Pacific Avenue (one street over from the oceanfront) to the interstate heading home, I was urging like you wouldn't believe. I know why - I left my friends, other EX smokers; I was alone and no one would know. I fell back into my former way of thinking - no one will know. But you know what? I would know. By the time I reached Interstate 64 headed west, I had processed and moved on from the urge. Stupid addiction. I wish it would stop rearing its ugly head. Any why do I even begin to care that no one will know? That's just plain dumb. But that's being a smoker, whether you smoke or not. Making deals with the devil for just one. N.O.P.E. I don't do that anymore.
Sunday, I had a visit from the upset stomach gremlin. I thought it might have been something I ate while out with JACKIE1-25-15 Saturday afternoon, but it didn't hit her, so I'm not sure what bit me. I pretty much stayed home yesterday and tried not to be sick. Sleep is your friend sometimes! Today, it's still here, but not as bad, so maybe it's just a 24-hour something or other. In the meantime, it's Ramen and white food for another day. When I was a kid, my mom would make us bouillon with tiny noodles when we were sick. This is as close as I can come to having my mom take care of me
Today, though, I had errands that couldn't be put off, so got all that done and now I'm hanging at home and taking it easy. I know that the last of the EX7 group is leaving or has left Virginia Beach by this hour. Kind of bittersweet. A short time spent with such wonderful people. My message to all of them and that I need to do myself is to keep showing up for all of us. I don't think many people here have any idea what effect that have on quitters like me and everyone who signs on here at EX looking for a hand, a shoulder, an ear/eye.
And on that note, I think it's time to put my feet up and let the stomach rumbling subside.