Currently at the end of my 7th day of cold turkey & i'm feeling... well, pretty proud of myself actually. I've been 'quitting' since last July when i decided i'd quit after a weekend away with the boys.
Since then, i've done what we always do, & kept putting it off til tomorrow. Almost 6 months later, on Monday just gone, tomorrow finally came. I was just leaving for work at 7am & put a cigarette in my mouth for the drive down & something just stopped me from lighting it. Put it back in the box & binned it, then left for work.
First day wasn't too bad, aside from one completely insane rant which i won't go into here! Day 2 was when the withdrawal kicked in properly, & i woke up like a bear with a sore head. Wanted a cigarette all day, but i didn't need one. Just kept telling myself, "What's the worst that can happen if i don't have one?" The answer is, nothing! I even accompanied someone to the smoking shelter at work & stood talking to them while they smoked their little face off.
Day 3 was the worst by far, i could feel how agitated i was the instant i opened my eyes! Decided to turn this round into a good thing. Instead of moping & feeling sorry for myself for this supposed mental torture i was enduring, i looked on it as a positive. The fact that my body was crying out for nicotine means i was winning. I was beating it, so do your worst!
Days 4-7 have been progressively easier, with the edge of the withdrawal being blunted with each passing day. I'm coughing up some truly delightful stuff & my sense of smell is beginning to come back. In fact, i've just realised that my car stinks.
I genuinely believe that 90% of the battle is in your head. You have to really want to stop, & never doubt your ability to do so. ANYONE can do it. Smoking worms it's way into so many aspects of our lives, & seems to become an integral part of almost everything we do that to suddenly be without it makes it seem like a huge sacrifice. But it's not. I smoked with or immediately after literally everything! I'd rush food or skip food just so i could squeeze a cheeky smoke in.
That feeling of 'pleasure' i got from it, was actually just an itch being scratched. That pleasurable feeling is how non-smokers feel all of the time. In the end, we smoke to feel normal. That's not what i signed up for when i drunkenly lit up that first cigarette 14 years ago, & i don't want it.
I'm taking my life back.