Whew! I am now past day 2. Today was hell. When I got home, what did I find tucked away on my bookshelves? 2 unopened packs of smokes. I was so close to smoking, that I was actually holding the unlit cigarette in one hand, the lighter in the other. I had this weird little dialogue running through my head. Picture the proverbial angel and devil on each shoulder and you get the idea. At the end of that ordeal I was in a sweat and shaking
, but the bottom line is that I didn't cave in. I installed a quit meter on my pc and kept checking the stats for reassurance. Anyway, I am now at my desk at work and have a 2 quart bottle of cranberry juice sitting next to me, as I am trying to cut back on the coffee (just a little). I already told my supervisor that I am quitting (smoking, not my job)
. He said that he may now seriously consider doing the same. Lessons learned: Throw away all smoking-related paraphernalia (this includes the butts in any ashtrays). Tell anyone and everyone that you have quit smoking (they really do want to see you succeed. Trust me). Get plenty of sleep. Take a long walk. Drink plenty of juices and water. Avoid fast food (don't know why, but it makes me want to light up). Use a quit meter and check it whenever you get the urge to smoke. Remind yourself that your body is in a state of healing. Take it one hour at a time, or minute or micron, or whatever. That pesky urge to light up (however strong it may be) will pass.
