I slipped...I hate myself for it, I don't understand why I did it either. I didn't need one, I wasn't even craving one at the time. I got into a fight with my husband and baught a pack. I didn't even look at the pack until about three hours later when I put my son to bed, I had made up with my husband, poured myself a cup of coffee, walked outside and lit one up. I was completly relaxed and calm. After I did it, I figured I might as well enjoy it. But I didn't enjoy it. I just felt guilty and selfish. This morning when I woke up I felt like I had committed a crime. I miss feeling proud of myself. I haven't had one today and I don't plan on having one again.
[B]My Milage:[/B]
[B]My Quit Date: [/B] 11/14/2006
[B]Smoke-Free Days:[/B] 5
[B]Cigarettes Not Smoked:[/B] 55
[B]Amount Saved:[/B] $20
[B]Life Gained:[/B]
[B]Days:[/B] 0 [B]Hrs:[/B] 8 [B]Mins:[/B] 58 [B]Seconds:[/B] 39