Or, how I'm getting more and more like a proper non-smoker.
Was off having a few drinks with my friends, and towards the end of the evening 2 of them went out for yet another fag. (Did I really smoke that much on an evening out?)
Hadn't bothered me before but it did this time - maybe 'cos I could see them through the window.
Anyway I didn't think about having a fag - i really and truely don't want one *ever* and am happy to say I'll never smoke again - something I never could in previous quits.
But it did make me want my e-cig, which was in my bag as usual.
First off I thought I'd go and have a few puffs on it in a minute, then something in me snapped, maybe 'cos of what I wrote earlier on here?
So i told Nic to get stuffed, and didn't touch my e-cig for the rest of the day, and you know what? It was tough but saying no felt flipping good