On My 3rd Day
I quit smoking
on Sunday- it is now Tuesday. I drove to work this morning with an unlit cigarette in my mouth and the window cracked. My favorite morning activity is the 30 minute drive to work- me and my cigarette... the cool air, the radio, not a care in the world. I felt lost. I didn't know what to do with myself. I allowed myself to have one cigarette from my boyfriends pack. That is the one that I didn't lite, the one in my mouth. The one I currently have sitting on the dashboard of my car- I can see it through my office window... taunting me. BUT I KNOW that if I smoke it, there will be another unlit cig tomorrow that I will drive to work with. I made it this far, I should just keep going. It's really hard. A lot harder than I thought it would be. I am 25 and have smoked since I was 14. I quit once, when I was preggo with my son 4 years ago. It was easy then, the smell of cigs made me have bad morning/afternoon/night sickness. I couldn't stand the smell. Now I have nothing holding me back.