Hi, this is day 10 for me and the rollercoaster ride is almost unbearable. Because of my work situation, I stay at my moms house one (somtimes 2) nights per week. Although my mom goes either to the basement or outside to do it, my mom smokes..
Last night, I was at a my moms house overnight, and there was an opened pack of cigarettes just laying on the kitchen counter. They called to me so many damn times, then the internal struggle begins. "no one will know, I'll just have one, I've been doing so well how can just one hurt me" . I walked toward the cigarettes, opened the pack and walked away. Must have done this at least 5 times before I finally asked my mom to remove the cigarettes and I went to bed in panicked tears.
Today, I feel depressed again, cravings seem to be much stronger than they have been for the past few days.
I guess the important thing is that I did not give in and smoke. If thats the case, why do I feel so sad? Shouldn't I feel proud?
Shouldn't this strengthen the resolve?
Am I crazy? Please help me understand.
My Milage:My Quit Date: 6/9/2008
Smoke-Free Days: 9
Cigarettes Not Smoked: 153
Amount Saved: $30.60
Life Gained:Days: 1
Hrs: 2
Mins: 29
Seconds: 50