I woke up this morning to my quit day. This week has been full of positive anticipation for my quit date. Everything was falling into place: visited my dentist for my cleaning, stocked the cupboards with green tea, lemon, and honey. I made the appointment to get my new CPAP on my quit day. Surely a good nights sleep will help me in this process. This is the first time I have actually looked forward to quitting. I know I can do this. I have to do this. I love life and I love being active. Smoking is slowly robbing me of my joy.
I woke up to Good Friday (a nice day off of work) and made coffee instead of tea and watched the 5:00 am news. By 6:30 am, my husband had went outside to three times to smoke. I was in the midst of deep cravings. At 6:45 I put on my patch and went outside and had a smoke. It felt good in my head, my throat and lungs screamed in agony. My asthma has been terrible lately. Not giving up even though I failed at the start.
Lesson #1 patch it up, when I get up. Boil my tea and get moving. I can do this. I will not have another smoke today. I promise myself this.