I quit smoking on October 18th 2007 (same day as dossyDo) and of late I have figured I must be done with it. I don't think about cigs all that much. When I'm around people who smoke I think more about how much it stinks than whether I really want one. Several weeks ago I found an old pack of cigs in the garage and they didn't look attractive at all. Threw them away.
Today was really fine weather, and I am in spring mode. I cleaned the patio up, got the pots ready for plants, got some new planters, some bulbs, looked at a fountain at the home improvement center (do I really want that thing hanging from the wall? Will I keep it filled with water? I ask myself...), assembled some new patio chairs, sat down in one of them, and relaxed in the warm sunshine.
Suddenly, it's as if I were a ship under attack in World War II. Sirens in my brain go off: ooooooghaaa! ooooooghaaa! I break into a sweat. Is that a torpedo coming my way? NO! It's a cigarette crave!
In a panic I leave the patio and go into the dark computer room and log onto noSmokingDay.org and read some of the newbie posts and before I know it, the wayward, almost forgotton kind-of-crave is gone.
I've been quit for about 5 months and here came one of those nasty things out of the blue. But, I survived. Good riddance. Now I'm going to post this note, go back outside on the patio, enjoy the setting sun and a drink, and plan out which plants I want in which pots this year. Maybe I'll even clean up the grill and roast a hunk of red meat for dinner tonight.
Thankfully I shall not be smoking a cigarette....