This evening would mark three weeks since I stopped smoking and first attended my group (I actually stopped three weeks and-a-day ago!). I would have liked to have been with my support group (and to see how many of them still remain) this evening but I am required to be at the school's open evening.
Today was interesting in that instead of spending my lunchtime sat in my car pretending to smoke my fake fag I went for a walk in the glorius sunshine. I felt different. It felt different, as if I really didn't smoke anymore. I couldn't even be bothered to simulate it and dispensed with the entire paraphenalia by choice.
Perhaps the medecine is working so well I no longer need or want it!
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