It has been a weekend when various landmarks followed one after the other.
Saturday was 90 days, never thought I'd get there!
Today, Sunday is 13 weeks - 13 ruddy weeks; who'da thunk it - given my previous abortive attempts certainly not me.
Tomorrow is my 3 months - 3 months - unbelievable!!!
Have been for a run, now self medicating on a very poor glass of rose (in fridge don't ask (hangs head) hate the stuff but it can't be used in cooking as far as I'm aware so needed to be quaffed) and a chewing gum - why you ask cause even this far in I've still *fancy* a fag/cigg/tab!!!! No longer addicted but that deep breath of inhalation and *mental* relaxation is still with me.
What does this all tell me? I still need to be vigilant. I am an addict, if I think even for one second I can take another puff I might as well smoke a thousand in that drag! This has been a real pig of a journey, emotions all over the place, one day positive; next trawling the seabed. Have started on St Johns wort, don't think I've taken any today which I'm glad of, don't really want to mask what I'm going through however it had got to the stage where I was so morose I was depressing everyone. Despite feeling this way, I don't want to start again, this will pass and things will get better. There's no point wishing to be at the journey's end as I'll only get there when the train arrives, regardless if the station arrives at the train or the train arrives at the station.
Good luck to everyone and you can come too. My thanks to Kevin at Woofmang.