I haven’t had a cigarette since 11:57pm Saturday night (I wanted July 1 to be my quit date). I started taking Chantix 6 weeks ago as part of the plan to stop on July 1. I swear, that pill is MAGIC. Honestly. I’m also wearing a patch which is recommended. So far, so good. Physically, I am doing wonderfully well, with no cravings.
Ferpetessake though, mentally? ACK! GAG! Do NOT wander into MY mind. It’s a dark, dangerous, dank (avoid.alliteration.always.) tenement building in a very bad neighborhood that one ought not enter alone.
Last night I wanted raspberry sherbet, but didn’t dare go to the store for fear of caving in and buying a pack of smokes. My husband would never know, right? Riiiiiiiiiiight…it’s not like he couldn’t SMELL it on me.
Knitting usually saves my sanity – we have 6 indoor only cats – but not right now. I’ve screwed up the toe of a sock for a 2-year-old monster girl twice, so there it sits -----------> over there, on the couch.
Phew, I do feel better, and thank you’s from the bottom of my pit for listening to my rant.