I have not had a cigarette in over three days now (last cigarette Wednesday night, now it's Sunday afternoon). I can get past the urges using nicotine gum, waiting, drinking water, etc. It's the insane thinking I am having trouble with. I keep coming up with reasons why I should buy just 1 more pack of cigarettes, then quit again. These long, elaborate thought processes where it is perfectly okay to buy just 20 more cigarettes. Apparently, after smoking 20 more, it will be so much easier to quit. Really? I’m kind of thinking I will be back to day 1 of quitting and that sucked. Day 1 was hard. Really hard. Day 2 was hard, but not as hard as day 1. Day 3 was hard, but not as hard as day 2. Now its day 4, and I want to go back to day 0 and start all over again. Well, won’t that be fun. Well, the part where I get to smoke 1 more pack sounds great. I’ll bet it will be gone in under four hours. Then what. Then I got to start quitting all over again, so back to day 1 – just in case that was not fun enough the first time.
I keep having these thoughts about how I am missing out on all the fun, because I am not smoking. I was watching a movie last night. I saw an old guy smoking. My thought was, wow—he’s smoking and he’s old and he seems okay. I could do that. I don’t need to worry about health risks. Why am I missing out on all the fun?
Then I have the thought where smoking is one of the few things I have left in life that I enjoy, and that I have given it up. I need to come up with something else to do, so that smoking stops being my # 1 enjoyment/hobby.
I keep coming up with so many insane reasons why it would be okay to smoke, I’m afraid to leave the house. I’m afraid I will just pull into the first gas station and buy a pack of Marlboros.