Going to take my daughter to the park this afternoon and get some marvellous oxygen circulating through my body. I am an evangelist for it now!
Felt sad about not smoking earlier today (and it really started last night). Not cravings, just a bizarre but very real sense of deep loss. Like I was losing a part of who I am. There's something about smoking that I always associated with being a maverick, fun, young, sexy etc. Irrational, but there we have it. I've decided that I will take the time to accept the loss rather than, you know, deny it. I'm going to acknowledge to myself that I am giving up something that was a big part of my life, and I lived it and did it, but now it's gone and life's different. Does anybody remember/is anyone going through this? Apologies if everyone goes through it. Interested if anyone has some good coping strategies and how long this mourning period usually lasts? Thanks! xxx