Six hours in

It's been about six hours since my last cigarette, and on the whole, I'd say so far so good. On an average day I'd have had between three and six smokes in this time. I'm not really craving nicotine yet, but I'm hyper-aware of the fact that I'm not smoking. Basically, since 2:30 hit (the time of my typical afternoon break) I've been thinking "don't smoke", but I'm not too weird beyond that. It created a lot of nervous energy by the time I left work, so I walked an hour of the way home (about half-way) rather than taking the subway, and being on the move was a good call.

It seems I'm just fighting the habit at this point, but not the drug. The second my foot hits the out of doors I instinctively reach for my purse or pockets. I also just caught myself before accidentally asking for the requisite "large pack of Peter Jackson blue regular" when I entered my local corner store for subway tokens. And now I've just finished my first meal without an after-dinner cigarette, which is why it seemed like a pretty prime time for a distraction post. I think it's worked.