Day 2, Part 1: The Fog

Blog Post created by Bdwallhau on Feb 28, 2018

Some sort of fog rolled in with day two.


Something woke me up at 3 a.m. I had trouble falling back to sleep. My mind was whirling, and a lot of it had to do with this quit process: thinking about smoking, about trying not to smoke, etc.


I did get back to sleep. Woke up at 7 a.m. and rushed to get ready. Spilled my entire makeup bag in the floor and my favorite eyeliner brush fell into the floor vent. Massive headache. No meds at home. Ran to Walgreens before work to get ibuprofen. Realized at some point that my shirt was on backwards. Flipped it around in the car before heading to work. Rolled the windows down to air-dry my hair on the way. The driver's-side window refused to go up all the way when I parked the car. It's raining.


And here I am now, at my desk, working with some data. My eyes are so heavy and I would like nothing more than to go to McDonald's, grab an iced caramel macchiato, and have a smoke or three.


This is a lozenge kind of day, I guess. I have one in now.


Today is tougher. I think I'm okay, though. 


Thinking of all the newbie quitters. It's tough sometimes. We just have to keep telling ourselves that we're tougher. That we have to be tougher. That we CAN be tougher.


I'm trying right along with you today. We can do this. 


P.S. Further proof of the FOG: I originally titled this Day 3, Part 1. It is day 2 for me, not day 3. Goodness.