Today is a pretty busy day, so I won't be able to write a long post. I am highly aware that I am more than past due on a smoking update. So here goes:
There were some VERY rocky patches, although this time I did not cry, as I have sometimes in the past. It's fair to say that in the beginning the only thing that kept me going was sheer will and white knuckles. I did pray and try to use some of the tools I've gained in sobriety, but mostly I held on. Intellectually, I knew the intense cravings couldn't last, but emotionally, it really felt like forever. A month solid...Or maybe I'm exaggerating.
Now, I'm pretty good. I feel fleeting notions of smoking. But I can tell that it's just the idea of smoking and not the actuality.
I'll go into more detail very soon!