Today is day one. I am pulling my hair out. The second quit is harder than the first one, I do not understand why. I want a cigarette, but I do not want to fail. I went and cleaned out my refrigerator and then I cleaned the rest of my kitchen. I do not know why I am thinking so much about smoking. I cannot smoke. I keep telling myself that I am now a non-smoker. I have no cigarettes or ashtrays at home; I threw those away. Last time around, I do not remember it being so hard. I remember how good I felt, I remember being able to walk up the stairs without gasping for breath. I remember how good the food tasted for those six months. Why do I want a cigarette so bad? Ruta