The month before my quit day I started mentally.. lets say brainwashing myself. And that helped alot I was mentally prepared the day my quit came. I knew my triggers and avoided them at all costs, even gave up coffee for the first 8 days. I have not hung out with smoking friends but once since I quit. So the first part of my 17 days was some physical withdrawles, some mental anxiety, and alot of breaking habits. I have now been off my patch for 7 days today, and wow it has been a nightmare. hell week all over- or maybe I had the pg rated version (did not feel like it) the first time because i was still supplying my body with it's drug. Now the nicotine has left the building, and look out. I now have this CONSTANT battle of the me's going on. Bad me- Just one wont hurt (NOPE), you quit this time, you can now smoke for another year and then quit, really you are too young for lung cancer, it's a cig not a crack pipe, you give to everyone else- give yourself something, look at how fat your getting, your bitchy all the time. Good me says fu bad me, lung cancer knows no age boundries!!! I can breath, I can smell, I am free from my addiction, I will live to see my kids grow up and my grandkids. I can be old with my hubby, I smell nice, No more constant worry when I can smoke next, no more embarrasment. Anyway the constant mental battle is wearing me down.
I know I made it this far because of all of your support. THANKS from the botoom of my heart, and I think all of you are doing great and you should all be so proud. I am glad we can face this demon together.
Have a great day.
