...that it's getting any easier. It's still very difficult.
The cravings are slowly disappearing, but the association with the times and places when I used to smoke still trigger the senses and make me think of smoking.
Actually, i thought to myself today that I'm missing smoking. I'm missing the nicotine buzz, I'm missing my friends who kept me company at the smoking shelter and I'm missing the rebellious, sneaking out for a cheeky fag when the boss is away. It's very sad ...but I'm putting it down to my brain still being controlled by the nicotine demons. The little b*ggers are now trying desperate tactics to get me to smoke again, but I'm aware of their ploys and I shall prevail!
Anyway. It's nearly the end of the first week and each day has been an achievement.
(Supersec - hope you're having a good day and you're still going strong! Look forward to hearing from ye)