On day 63, I was thinking... 63 days, 9 weeks, 2 months... Things of that nature. Perspective is really important in my quit. Nine weeks seems longer than 63 days, and two months doesn't feel like much time at all.
However I look at it, count it or not, I am so thankful that I DO NOT smoke!! I feel relieved every morning I wake up and my first thought is not of cigarettes, but something else, even if it's not terribly positive. I see people smoking in public and I feel sorry for them because they are still trapped in that addiction, and spending a lot of money to damage their health. That was me! I did that for 28 years.
Every once in a while (few days), I get a "crave", but it's not really a crave. It's more like a fleeting thought, or a memory. I acknowledge it, and it fades away just as quickly as it came.
By the way, I love love love the way I smell, or don't smell, as it were. I'm not hesitant to get close to people in social settings for fear of reeking like smoke.
The weather is a little better, which allows me to get outside more, and helps with the cabin fever I was experiencing. I would still like to join a gym or rec center, but that's a continuing process of finding courage and letting go of fear.
I can do anything.. I quit smoking!! Thank you Nancy for the reminder.
