Day 4, days are going well, evenings are hell, I know its a mindset and I need to get round it, just easier said than done.
I dont have support, once I'm home it's just me and my little ones, then there in bed, and my evening is spent fighting the urge, it's sooo up and down, until now never realised my evening's were built around cigerettes, how sad. All my adult life Ive smoked, it's always been there and now it's not. I do know deep down it's the right thing, just going through the motions. But hey, day4, I've even noticed my ability to smell has improved, either that or I'm going out of my mind and just noticing things that I dont usualy pay attention to, just in the hope of distraction. Who knows.
Day 5, dreading the evening.