Day 15 for me. Over the 2 week hump. I should be feeling great, right? Fabulous and sparkle-y and over the "physical addiction"... everyone tells me so (everyone who's not quitting smoking, that is). So I was maniacally rocking in my recliner last night bemoaning the fact that my fave pair of jeans are really too snug now to be comfortable and finally not running to the kitchen to satiate another mind altering crave, when I just may have figured it out: I have been in a funk because I've been stuck in this mental diatribe of "I'm quitting and everything is so weird and I'm obsessing about my quit and why can't my life just feel normal again"; it's kept me in limbo. So today, being a new day, I get to start it anyway I want. As of today, my mental diatribe is this; "I quit smoking and I am so strong for doing so so what else can I accomplish I am so proud of myself so now let's move on". Today instead of being enveloped with this "in the middle of quitting" mentality that has started to cloud over day to day enjoyment I will rock out to that song playing in the car instead of marveling how I will drive so far without smoking. I will just not smoke. I am non-smoker. Life goes on. Thank God 🙂
