Today I don’t feel like I need a cigarette, but I miss them for sure.
I guess you could say that’s progress.
Its really like a break-up. You know that seriously bad relationship that you keep going back to, you know it’s bad butt...... (pun intended).
You want to pick up the phone and call them even though you know it’s trash on the other side.
I still miss smoking but I am trying to focus on why I stopped and because I’ve done this before I know I will feel good soon.
The going through is not easy at times.
Wanted coffee today, but I’m not ready yet. That coffee would surely push me over the edge.