I wasn't able to write a blog yesterday and today I am on my phone. This will be short and sweet.
Day #5. I am so proud of myself for making it this far. I haven't had any cravings since Friday and even got through a bickerment with my husband without wanting to murder him and smoke afterwards.
The desire to smoke is no longer there. My routine is still the same and I credit that to the Wellbutrin. For me, it is a miracle drug. I never thought I would be able to stop smoking, but here I am. It has also reduced my appetite and cleared the brain fog I have walked around with for years.
My subconscious isn't happy, though. I had a dream last night I lit up (and distinctly remember asking myself where that pack and the lighter came from!) and blew smoke rings in the air just for the fun of it. I woke up coughing, but there was no craving. Dreams are weird, man.
My husband apparently has a 'reward' in store for me this evening for making it to Day 6 (which starts at 8:30 this evening). In my previous quit attempts, I never made it past days 3-5. He is really proud of me and keeps talking about taking me out to dinner this evening. While that sounds tempting, I also have several other ideas in my head. We'll see what happens.
Five days down... a lifetime to go. Only 11 more days before I can get my pre-op testing done and pass the nicotine drug test with flying colors!