DAY 3 is hell. No way under it, over it, around it, just one way and that's through it. This is for me where I hope it gives it it's best shot. Physical, psychological, whatever. It's hard cold turkey for sure. Really hard.
Every fibre in my being is screaming for a cigarrette. My mind is suggesting it's not the right time (never will be), or I can't concentrate and have that report to get finished etc. I can feel myself getting much fatter (after 3 days??) Having a smoke will make eeevrything better. Right?
Wrong. Not this time old friend. You've promised me that before and things do not get better. Screw you. I'm done with your tricks. Try again tomorrow.
I claim today.