Lady -- EXACTLY!! I've been feeling this for a while. I live with 3 roommates, none of which smoke. For the first few days up to the first week, I was more of a science project than anything else. They would ask for the daily update wondering what kind of brown gross stuff I had hacked up today, or how light headed I was. They would even test to see how cranky I was. I was poked, prodded and probed. I have to admit it was nice to be the center of attention for a few minutes out of everyday. Now all that is gone. I tell them that I have made it two weeks and I get the 'oh that's great'. To me it is. To me it's the greatest F'in thing ever.
It's like a girlfriend, you celebrate the first week, the 2 week anniversary, the first month, etc etc. Until it just turns into a yearly thing. Although my quit, doesn't really get all excited with me when I get happy about 2 weeks. My real girlfriend does, and she is great. She re-affirms my quit all the time, but for some reason I've been missing something on the inside. Something that I need to do. Can't quite put my finger on it.
[B]My Milage:[/B]
[B]My Quit Date: [/B] 1/4/2006
[B]Smoke-Free Days:[/B] 14
[B]Cigarettes Not Smoked:[/B] 174
[B]Amount Saved:[/B] $42
[B]Life Gained:[/B]
[B]Days:[/B] 1 [B]Hrs:[/B] 12 [B]Mins:[/B] 9 [B]Seconds:[/B] 30