Whoa. I just caught myself looking around for the familiar silver and red pack of cigarettes I used to smoke. I had just finished eating and without an actual thought about it, I found my eyes scanning the surrounding area where they would normally be found. Of course, as soon as my addiction remembered that there are none my chest tightened with anxiety. Man, what a crazy, stupid habit I'm learning my way out of. It's so disgusting how deeply ingrained it is in my life.
Today I decided that I am going to equate cigarettes with heroin. I would NEVER NOT EVEN ONCE think about putting that drug in my body and as far as i'm concerned I have to put smokes on that same level. I will not be a junkie.