Yeah, what Martha said! I think you just noticed the smokers more because you were no longer smoking. It will get easier though - yep, days 2 and 3 are real doozies (I was a monster! - that big ugly one that Sigourney Weaver fights in Alien 2) Now, I'm feeling pretty damn fine - breathing great, wheezing gone, look at the $$ I've saved (smokes are expensive in New Zealand). Every time I feel a craving I bask in it, roll in it, embrace it, touch it ... and then I push that dirty #$(@&$^@#'s head right back in the mud where it belongs.
That said, my quit is my own. I don't feel sorry for people I see smoking, I don't pity them, I don't feel revulsion, I don't envy them, I don't think they're having something that I am "missing out" on - they are just people who make a choice, as I once did, to remain an addict. NZ is smoke-free in workplaces and public places though and we've had a bad winter followed by a nasty spring - it can be quite fun to watch all the smokers huddled outside the building where I work, windswept and rain-blown and think ... aaaaahhhh, that doesn't need to be me anymore. Sweet.
[B]My Milage:[/B]
[B]My Quit Date: [/B]9/23/2007
[B]Smoke-Free Days:[/B] 22
[B]Cigarettes Not Smoked:[/B] 550
[B]Amount Saved:[/B] $264.00
[B]Life Gained:[/B]
[B]Days:[/B] 2 [B]Hrs:[/B] 2 [B]Mins:[/B] 56 [B]Seconds:[/B] 35