Well I'm wrapping up day 8 of my quit. Which means I've not smoked 8 packs of cigarettes. I'm turning 27 later this year and have been smoking since 17. I'd been thinking about that decade a lot recently, and what it meant to be a pack a day smoker for nearly TEN years. I've tried to quit a number of times before. To the point where it became a joke with my friends. But this time is different because I finally understand my addiction. There is no middle ground or room for error.
The first 72 hours wasn't terrible, although working with the general public in the food service industry was more challenging, but there were no major blow ups. I find myself a bit harder in personality now. Not that I'm some kind of tough guy, but just a little less forgiving, a little less compassionate, shorter fused. I understand that I may still be feeling effects from my quit, and this too will fade over time, but right now it's the way it is. I'm possibly a little fragile still, but not in a way that could compromise my quit. Because again, I understand my addiction now.
Reading through these forums over the last week was of course educational, but showed that I am not alone. The disgusting and depressing things that I did to support my addiction were not just exclusive to me! Finding that out was a huge weight off of my shoulders. I now love the fact that I am an addict. I don't love being an addict, but I love that I know myself a little bit better.
One = All