Just got home from work and the sun is hovering above my garden, so I thought I'd have a sit outside and make the most of this lovely weather.
I had one of those moments when your brain associates something with smoking (sunshine+being outside=time for a cigarette), but it was really more of a memory than a craving. The sun felt just as lovely on my skin, I was just as relaxed, but I didn't have a fag hanging out of my gob for a change.
Summer approaching has probably been one of my scariest thoughts since quitting. I have quite a few smoker friends and I can't just retreat inside when they're fagging it, or I'll miss all the sunshine! Then there's the holidays abroad. OH is a smoker and tends to smoke more while we're away, so the thought of the two of us alone and trying to resist was a bit worrying.
But I think I'm actually going to be okay Saying no to myself while sat in my garden just now was easier than trying to brush away the thought of eating junk food I love or buying something that I "must have". It was easy peasy, and I still enjoyed the sunshine! Win win I'd say.