Interesting weekend. I was working on getting my mom's house sold. Just me in a deserted house, in a town 3 hrs away, no furniture, no TV, no computer. I was curious if the relapse boogie man was going to find me...
Nope, I thought about it for a bit, but I could not muster much feeling for it. So I really tried to generate a craving: "Go on recycle, no one will know, it will be a fun last hurah." I might have managed a 2 on the desire-o-meter. I got some dinner and did about three hours of yoga/mediation and went to sleep.
Not saying I am hero or anything, just an interesting phenomenon. Kinda nice being able to trust myself a little more.