Morning, Day 2
Mornings are the hardest time for me. I am so used to getting up, making my tea and having that first smoke of the day (ironically, before I go to the gym).
This morning, I got up and slapped on a patch. Feeling okay. Then my friend called, my smoking buddy, and now I am wondering if there's anyne on the street outside who I could bum a smoke from...just one, just for this morning.
I AM NOT GOING TO DO IT. I really, really want to though.
Confession: last night, I let myself in to my BF's apartment and smoked a nasty butt from his ashtray. I am like a crackhead. :banghead:
My mum is back from Turkmenistan today (she lives there), and I am meeting her for dinner...and I want to be able to see her and say "guess what! I quit!" and see her smile. I want to be able to get a table anywhere in the restaraunt without waiting.
This is better, right? Not smoking is better. It's better. Arg!