Day 3 was my bitch. I had a good day, a fine day, a non-smoking day. I woke up today, Day 4, with no filthy cigarette taste in my mouth. I feel good. I feel strong. I went for a little run last night and I could feel the difference. But I can't kid myself. I know how strong this addiction is. I know it so well. Today is Day 4 and right now is all I have. I am grateful for those of you here who read and reply and support me, and each other in this. It really helps. One slender stick is easily snapped in two, but a bundle of sticks is strong. Thank you for helping me.