So, I passed the 24 hour mark two hours ago. I also had to go to my mom's house to set up her new microwave oven. As much as I love my mom and as close as we are, she is also one of my biggest smoking triggers.
After I left her house I came to an intersection--turning right meant just heading back to my office; turning left meant heading down to the gas station for cigarettes. I contemplated turning left and just saying, "screw it, I am a smoker".
But, I turned right, came back to work and logged on here. One minute, one hour, one day at a time.