I was doing really well. My 10k training is going well. Yesterday was the anniversary of my brother's death. I got through the day OK but my husband confessed last night that he smoked yesterday. This morning I went to an orthodontst appt with my son. After he went off to school, I bought 10 cigs from the kiosk at the station. I got home, made a coffee and opened the pack. But I didn't smoke any. Instead I crushed the pack and binned them. So I have wasted over £3 but I came to my senses in time. I just couldn't undo all the hard work.
I hope that my husband does not start smoking. But regardless of this, I must be responsible for my quit and plan to keep it in tact. I like being a non smoker. Still wouldn't it be great if the cravings never returned. I am now going to tackle my ironing mountain to keep me occupied. That was a close call!