Tomorrow, I begin week 3.
I haven't posted in a while: mainly because I was in England for my grandfather's funeral for a few days and also because I'm finding it somewhat easier to deal with.
Haven't been too bad actually. The weekend was incredibly difficult in some ways but that was to be expected and I held out. Even when my dad wanted a cig - I told him to go for it, and he offered me one (not to undermine my quit - it was a support / bonding thing), but I didn't even fancy it. I did sit with him while he had a couple though and it did really hit me how horrible it was.
I know it's early days, but I am feeling good about this. Hopefully this'll be the last time.
As a side note, my dad's giving up soon - he starts taking the Champix tomorrow but quite frankly I think if smoking can offer him some comfort after his father's death, well, why not. My mother didn't even come down with him to give him some support. Granted she didn't get on with my grandmother but that's because of my mum's issues. And my brother is too young to really get how my dad must have been feeling and he was very much caught up in his own grief so he wasn't really able to be there for him. And while they stayed at my aunt's, I was at my grandma's so I was practically no use either. So as much as there are bad points about smoking; I'm afraid I can't deny that can be very good when everyone else around you is shit.
