It's been 67 hours since I've last had a cigarette. I've tried Chantix before and failed, the patch and failed, so this time Im going to try cold turkey. I've actually quit smoking twice before successfully for 9 months each time- being pregnant can do that. I guess I actually had a reason so it made it easier. This time I am really dedicated. But it IS Friday night and my husband and I are going CRAZY sitting in the house. For some reason I keep making myself believe a cigarette will make my night more entertaining...how sad. I've read online the first 3 days are the worst. You would think I should know how this quitting process works since I've done it so many times, but I guess my mind has blocked out those horrible days. I know the first month will be a struggle. Im 27 years old...before I know it I am going to be 40 and hooked up to an oxygen tank wishing I had stayed quit at 27. So that is what I keep telling myself when an urge hits. I feel like I should be in an institution. I literally have the angel on one shoulder and the devil on another and they are having a serious argument right now.
