Today, I felt something I hadn't felt in quite awhile, and it wasn't pleasant...
IT WAS PHYSICAL WITHDRAWAL!!!
And everything came roaring back. Omigosh, this crazy situation with my circle is happening. So, I'll wait for husband to leave...do I really have to wait 45 whole minutes? Then I can walk to the convenience store. Just one pack. Maybe I pitch it out before he even gets home. What's the harm?
Fortunately, I'm a little more prepared than I was the other 200 times I've tried to quit. Instead, I made myself grilled cheese sandwiches and came on here. And here I am. And it's passed.
The only problem is I want to keep eating. But I'm okay with that for now. If I gain another five pounds after blowing it and getting back on the horse, then I had that comin', too.
Not looking for sympathy, because I don't deserve it. But wanted to make these observations, and get even further over this hump. I wish I had French dip and potato chips...
