As the season changes, and my routine and experiences change, I find craves creeping up on me.
While cleaning out the car, I found a pack of smokes with two in it. They weren't mine cause I would have never left any in the pack, ever. I stopped for just a brief moment and wanted to smoke one. It was so weird because it feels like forever since I've smoked, yet it would be so easy to jump right back in. I didn't smoke and I threw away the pack without hesitation. I don't do that anymore... smoke that is.
I am enjoying rolling the windows down in the car on a nice day for the sake of fresh air, rather than to vent for smoking. It still amazes me how many ways smoking affected and impacted my life and how I lived.
I love this freedom and I really like counting the days. When a crave sneeks up on me, I always think about starting that count over. That keeps me from continuing with the thought (of smoking) any longer. Until this quit, I wasn't able to make it past 45 days, and I'm at day 73 today. I am about half way through NML and I do not ever want to go through Hell week ever again. NOPE
Smiling and breathing deeply,
Melissa
