I thought quitting was really being nice to me. Nothing real powerful or painful.
Day 3 has been murder let me tell you.
I started by quitting at 6 pm thus getting through the first withdrawal hours asleep. Good Bad I do not know.
So last night I reached my 48 and then about 10 pm I went to bed. Horrible dreams and just tossing and turning. Cravings from hell. I did not break and they passed. However it was horrible.
This morning I awake and stomach was upset and head a pounding. Maybe from lack of sleep but still had a slight craving. Though again it passed. I did not give into temptation nor the body fighting me back.
For some reason this I think was like my bodies last stand in the fight to get me back to fags. The nicotine army was small and my body gave it all up right there.
So now I am 65 hours in and feeling a little worn from the fight of last night and this morning. Though it was worth the effort.
Thanks For Listening.