After last week's fiasco of realising my e-cig had run out, panicking about said drama, then manning up and coping just fine without, I decided to put it to the test again last night.
I went to the pub without my e-cig (actually, I found it in my bag when I got home but had no idea it was there!) and had my usual Friday night with friends. Now I didn't get as drunk as last week, but I put away 4 or 5 Martinis (with lemonade) and 2 jager bombs. So a fair amount was consumed.
I thought about smoking quite a bit really. About the fact that I didn't want one. Nor did I want my e-cig. At all. I was so incredibly proud with this step forward and really chuffed with the fact that I didn't care. We chatted about the same stuff, got into the usual drunken ramblings and it didn't trigger even the smallest of cravings. I was like every other non-smoker in the pub!
So, since Tuesday, I have not had any nicotine in my system. Therefore, technically, I'm on day four. woop woop!!!