So, I'm now 11 days into my journey.
I've been a smoker for 11 years, started at the age of 31 as an act of rebellion and nothing more.
I have wanted to quit for a while. Each cigarette had made me feel guilty, ashamed and I stopped 'enjoying' them some time ago (in fact, unless I had a bottle of water, tea, coffee with me, I couldn't smoke as I would gag...nice).
As a mum, being so selfish to spend that money (£280 ish a month) and to know that I was upsetting my children, seems incredible.
I have had two previous attempts. I gave up when pregnant with my daughter and then for 3 weeks about 6 year ago.
This feels different.
I've spent time reading. I fully expect the psychological battle to be the hardest, but I have prepared.
I have carrot sticks on tap and a wonderful hubby to massage my feet!
My two (very) teenage boys are not giving me much encouragement and my 9 year old daughter has forgotten!
Right, enough drivel from me. Hopefully if I ever feel severely tempted, I can come back and read this and make the right choice.
I want this.
I can do this.
I deserve this.
Why pay for a slow death?
I did have a life before cigarettes.
I will have more of a life now.
This is a temporary adjustment period.
It takes 28 days to learn a new habit.
I am consciously incompetent.
It will not be long before I am consciously competent.
It will then not be long before I am unconsciously competent :-).