I have just realised that I actually love my cravings... well, used to anyway. Whenever I had a craving I could keep it alive, think about the next cig, plan when I will have it, make a cup of coffee to enforce it etc. There was nothing better than really grow the crave and then go for a fag... ah what a bliss. Now, the knowledge that I can not smoke makes me irritable and hate the craving... but somewhere inside me a little monster keeps turning the feeling into secretly loving it again now and then. Hard to explain this one but its a bit weird I suppose what I am trying to say is that its difficult to just forget "him" - change something I used to love into nothingness as even hate is wasted energy.
Am I making any sense :eek: