I've often heard that the first three days of quitting is the hardest, and when I went to sleep last night I thought if that's true, this could be much easier than I thought. At the moment though, reality's starting to kick in. It seems cockiness will get you. Yesterday was a good day. I was social, I had beers, I ranted--all things that are usually accompanied by tobacco. But it went fine without it.
With the bulk of two days behind me, I'm starting to reason with myself, thinking that I've done so well so far, and it wasn't that hard, so it's not that bad if I have one cigarette now. What's one, right?
I'm fighting it. I might get a coffee. I think that could help.
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Keep up the good fight, Mel! You can do it!
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