Liza,

Hang in there! I'm on day 18, too... I went to a work function at a beautiful space last night, had a glass of wine (or two) and put on my coat and left. I was headed to meet up with friends, and between places is where I get the strongest urge to smoke. I grabbed a cab and headed home instead, calling to cancel my plans on the way home. Those moments pass. This feeling, like I've conquered something, doesn't pass. I love this feeling. I'm proud of myself, instead of being humiliated by my addiction.

I know, these days are tough...but not impossible!! Hang in there. You're worth it. I just wrote a post about waiting for tomorrow, so that this gets a little easier, the further I distance myself from smoking. Waiting is hard. I forget that it's not WAITING, it's HEALING. Breaking an arm hurts, but it's the itchy cast in the recovery stage that can drive you mad. The itch is small compared to the broken bone, though.