Today is day 8 Yesterday morning was pretty tough going for me. Not sure why. Perhaps the fact that it was my son's 10th birthday and he was having two friends round for a sleepover was enough to make me want to crave a ciggy :eek: I'd slept really badly the night before (forgot to take my champix after my evening meal, so stupidly took it right before I went to bed - urgh, never again). So I was tired, tearful and wanted to just slob on the sofa and have a fag:rolleyes: But with the aid of my lovely man and a couple of G&T's, I didn't give in - although I didn't trust myself enough to go to the shops! I know there'll be good days and bad days and I'm lucky that my good days have far outweighed the bad so far.
Can't quite believe I'm into week 2 now though. It's a weird (but good) feeling.