Like there is a little gremlin in my tummy that is dying for a cigarette. Doesn't help that I had a champagne brunch, does it?
But I will not smoke today. I'm almost there. Day 3 is almost done. I am so looking forward to 10 o' clock so that I can sleep. It comes and goes...the urge. It can be so strong at times that I consider going downstairs to look for a smoker to bum a ciggy. Then I think, why? It's all in my mind. I don't actually NEED a ciggy.
Any good ideas on what to do specifically when the urge feels strongest?