Alright, so I had a quit date all set up for January 15th. I think it helped me mentally to think that "somewhere" down the road I was really really going to quit. For the last 3 days I had been bumming a cig from my boyfriend, taking a couple of puffs and giving it back to him. I would track these of coarse but I wouldn't feel so guilty because I hadn't "smoked the whole thing". So today, he gives me ONE cig to take to work, he says "that way you won't be tempted to stop and buy a whole pack". Wow, now that just made sense.... so here's what happened....
9:30am rolls around and I am having a rather nasty craving, I choose to delay and next thing I know it's 11:20. Cool! I run outside, light up, take 3 drags, almost puke, and put the remaining butt back into the box and put it in my car.
12:15pm.... I get into my car to head to lunch. "GROSS, HOLY COW, WHAT IS THAT RANK SMELL???? It's the BUTT that you stuffed in the car DING DONG! Oh, and just incase you're wondering THIS IS HOW YOU SMELL ALL THE TIME". I was having the most lovely conversation with myself.
I decide that surely it can't be all that bad, so I light it. PUKE! Immediately tossed it out the window. (I don't recommend this action in dry areas, or any areas for that matter)
I work through the rest of the day, no cravings until 5 rolls around. Now I'm excited about getting home because I just know my boyfriend will have an entire pack of FRESH cigs, I can have just a few puffs off of one.... aaahhhhhh.
Guess what, I get home and ask him if he has any and he says "nope, I quit". Thank GOD for small favors!!!!
So, just like that my quit date was moved from January 15 to Today, January 3, 2011! YIPPY!!!!!
