I'm about to start my third week of this quit "attempt" tomorrow. The problem is that it doesn't feel like an attempt. I haven't had any cravings whatsoever, I haven't had to talk to myself, and I've had my gf round at my place puffing loads in front of me without the slightest wish to join her. I just feel indifferent to smoking, take or leave it. My choice is to leave it.
I feel lucky (guilty?) to have stumbled into this frame of mind. But still, I know there could be danger ahead.
I'm waiting for the Nicomonster to ambush me out of nowhere, but so far he hasn't dared come near me. It's as though he knows I'm going to give him a hard time if rears his ugly head. He should be afraid, very afraid.