(For all you Jimmy Buffet fans I know the song says 40 but I'm not waiting another 10 days).
Today marks the end of a month smoke free. I've been looking forward to this milestone and now that I'm here...meh, just another day. I guess I figured I'd be feeling more normal by now but I'm not. Still having trouble concentrating and still feeling kind of uncomfortable in my own skin. Sometimes I can go an entire 15 minutes without thinking about the fact that I'm quitting smokinhg :>) I'm quitting, I'm quitting, I'm quitting ...Ad infinitium. It gets exhausting.
My biggest triggers are still conflict of any kind and any time I finish a job at wortk (rare these days. If I don't get fired before my concentration returns it will be a friggin miracle). A couple of days ago I had a little morning spat with my wife and had to leave the house to keep from smoking (she still does). Had cravings so bad that day I ended up sneaking out of work around lunch to go to the movies to distract myself. Sitting there with all the other losers (who goes to the movies alone in the middle of the day?) I got pretty depressed. I started wondering if this was all worth it. If I had known then what I know now... etc...
Then I remembered my day at the beach, and that I'm having more good days (not perfect days but good enough) than horrible days, that I can breathe deeply again, that my BP and heart rate are both down 10 points, that I can hug my grandkids without worrying how I smell, that it gets easier (so they keep telling me, so far its been BS :>), that at this point caving is not an option anyway so you may as well muddle through.
So 30 days wasn't the pinnacle I had hoped for but after smoking a pack a day for 45 years I guess I had unreasonable expectations. I'm hanging on to this quit no matter what anyway so it is what it is.
Cheers