Well its day 12 today - I have coped really well so far (apart from the odd biscuit binge), have been exercising lots and keeping busy and have even had a couple of nights out and managed not to smoke. But today, grrrrrr, it is really taking all my willpower not to go out and buy cigarettes from the petrol station just down the road. I keep telling myself to persevere, but the little voice in my head is trying to tell me that if I just go and buy them and smoke one then this horrible anxious feeling will go away (even though deep down I know it wont!)
Urgh, am tempted to just go to bed and hope that I feel better tomorrow
Sorry for the moan!