Evening of day 2. Everything pretty good today, had a laugh with the family, felt really good most of the day, few anxious moments, but nothing too major. This evening though, saw hubby popping outside for a quick ciggie, I do miss those moments, sitting under the gazebo having a fag and a glass of wine, chatting, and those moments have been my downfall for not quitting on previous occasions. I always convince myself that it will be ok, i'll just go back to having 2 or 3 in the evening, and end up on 20 a day. I do know this time that it is not possible, it still gives me a bit of a pang though. I know I am the lucky one, not breathing in all that rubbish, I know I smell better etc. I guess it's a long habit to shake off. I'll practice some of that deep breathing and do a bit of reading, before you know it, it'll be bed time.