Sixty-three days ago yesterday I had my last cigarette. (A special wave to my quit twin Julie, who quit the same day I did!) Sixty-three days! Nine weeks! And overall it's been going well. In past attempts to quit (I can't even tell you how many) I'd tried cold turkey, the patch, e-cigs, and the gum. Actually, as a closet smoker, I used the gum fairly heavily for years to get me through the times I couldn't smoke, adding a second addiction. With the help of a combination of Wellbutrin and the patch--and this site and all you wonderful people, this time is different.
But..I am definitely in no man's land right now. I feel blah, and find myself missing my little nicotine pick me up. The "just one" voice is making itself heard more frequently this week. But I know that voice is lying. I know from experience where that "one cigarette" or even that "one piece of Nicorette" will lead. And I just can't go there again. So...I'm celebrating over two months being quit and pressing on to that day when I finally will feel completely free.
