I hate a frickin urge. I loathe a bloomin urge. I know there are cigarettes upstairs in my sister's room and it's like they are screaming to me. "Come, come......" And I am screaming back:
I will not, will not, will not give in. Every time I move past an urge, I'm better armed for the next one.
I also know that urges will never go away, but I really want them to just leave me alone, at least for the next few hours. I'm gonna go take a walk.