I don't know that I will be blogging every single day about this, but it's certainly helping now. I am officially on day two. I hit the 24 hour mark at 8:30 this morning.
- I am very sleepy and fuzzy-headed
- I am also clumsier than normal (I'm usually pretty klutzy)--I keep dropping things; my depth perception is for crap
- I didn't sleep well last night--I got up in the middle of the night and ate a piece of cake! I don't know that I've ever done that before. Chocolate zucchini cake, pretty good, if I say so myself.
- I feel very emotional
- I did go to the gym and walked 2.5 miles before work
- The voice in my head is trying very hard to convince me to go buy a pack to have on hand, "just in case". Just in case of what?!
- The voice in my head is also telling me that it's too late to quit, that I probably already have throat and/or lung cancer, heart disease, COPD, etc., so why not keep smoking? It's already killed me, so why not smoke up on my way out?
- I'm trying to keep busy here at work and I have things to do with my mom a little bit later, so I'll be busy, which is good on one hand and bad on the other, as my mom tends to stress me out and I'm already crabby. I don't want to get snappish with her.
- The hubs and I spoke last evening about his skepticism over this quit and my need of his support. Good, loving, productive talk where we both got our points across. Feeling really good about that. He is going to make me chips/badges (he's an artist) to give me for each milestone--week one, two, etc.
- Oh, right now I feel like I would sell my soul for just one little cigarette, but I just shoved two pieces of gum in my mouth. That'll do.