Urges. They come at the oddest times. I was just now finishing painting a quit smoking rock that will fit in my pocket, something for me to have to fiddle with, to pass time, or to look at and remind...... WANT A CIG...... myself that I don't.....WANT A CIG....smoke anymore. Holy heck! How did that happen?
I had lunch and then got the WANT A CIG feeling. That one, I understood. I generally used to smoke after meals. Not always, but most times.
The reality is that I don't want a cig. I rode through that urge and the ones before it today. I know they'll lessen, but are yours as random? It's like watching Big Brother when Julie Chen says to "expect the unexpected." Argh.
Just grumblin' and processin. Thanks for listening.