Today is the big day, and so far so good. I have had a few intense cravings but I just rode them out. I have not had a cig since 9:30 last night. Every time I start obsessing about needing to go outside and sneak just one puff, I go stare in the mirror and remind myself why I am doing this. For myself, my son, my family. It really ticks me off that I have become such a slave to the habit. When I was unloading the groceries I saw my husband's pack in the garage and just stood there and cursed them out. Yes...I yelled at a pack of smokes. But it made me feel great! Then I flipped them off, went inside, and laughed my butt off