It’s day three without cigarettes for me here. Oddly enough, I have no craving for nicotine, or at least nothing I recognize as nicotine related. I’ve given up the Cinnamon Toast Crunch for Starlite mints so at least I’m not in immediate danger of exploding weight-wise. However, there’s a little niggling voice in the back of my head that keeps reminding me that now would be a great time for a cigarette. Come on, you know you want one. What harm can one cigarette do? Blah, blah. I’m not listening to that little voice, but it sounds like the voice of my internal editor, my constant tormentor. I learned to turn that off (visualization of strangulation helps) and I’ll turn this off, too. Forgive me if I’m a little cranky in the meanwhile.
22
Feb
07
C’mon Dee. Hold on. I know its hard, but you can get through it. According to my SIL the cravings stop after a while. (No, I don’t know how long ‘a while’ is.)
I’m holding on. I don’t really think of it as cravings, but the same voice that used to remind me when it was time to smoke–like after a meal or with coffee–hasn’t gotten the word it doesn’t have a job anymore. Hopefully, it will quit soon.