Day 7
Surprisingly, other than doing my head in about 'lost love, reminiscing and dwelling on the past' this week has been ok.
The painful emotional punishment has reinforced my resolve if anything.
I'm always the extremist with a highly addictive personality so I went cold turkey on all my habits Easter Sunday.
Worst thing I've done and I'm dirty on myself, I saw a few mates last night and one of them had a pack of smokes on them. Couldn't help it, so I lit up. Needless to say I talked myself out of smoking it after a few draws. At least they were blind and I sipped on my soft drink. Ironically, my mates gf accused us of smoking weed. The only time you don't hey... She never could quite pick up on the smell of burning amphetamines either. God bless her...