Today is day 22 for me. I wouldn't buy a pack of cigarettes, but driving to work is really really hard for me. The car is my primary smoking spot. I keep cold water, mouthwash, mints, gum, a pen, and Nicorette mints in there to distract myself. Nothing seemed to help today. It makes for a very long 45-minute commute.
I need to refocus my thinking; because, rather than rejoicing in my smoke-free life, I was feeling sorry for myself. I miss it. I know that's not the right thing to say on here, but I really do. I miss getting in the car and lighting that cigarette. I remember feeling this way when I was doing weight watchers, too. ...like I'm denying myself something that other people are enjoying. I don't want to deny myself fun -- or chocolate.
There really isn't any need to respond, as I understand all the reasons for sticking with this. I know I need to re-frame my thinking. It's just a hard day, that's all.