Im doing it already.. romanticizing. Why? I hated it. But my brain is going back to all these times when it was fun. Or times when I thought it was fun.
I had this thing just before I quit that when I woke up I would be excited to get the coffee on knowing that I could smoke. I NEVER delayed it.
OK.. the reality... that is TRUE. However, when I finished the smoke I felt like crap. I also wished that I could just be "normal" and enjoy my coffee without this dirty crutch. Then I would light another, and another.
Then I would put coffee in my to go mug and drive off and light another and another and another. Trying to shove it all down. The sadness, insanity and hateful feelings. Mostly the insanity of it all.
Now... I get up and enjoy my coffee (sometimes with a cookie), then I have a smoothie and some green juice.
I brush my teeth and marvel at the fact that my teeth are actually looking whiter after 16 days. I also marvel at the fact that FINALLY my skin is starting to look nice and fresh again.
And of course, I thank myself. There might also be a bit of a smile there too.
Then I drive off with no to go coffee. I am more focused and less stressed when I am driving now.
But Im still romanticizing and it feels scary.