I cannot believe I'm on Day 6. If someone had said to me, when I had my last fag last Thursday, that I would survive to Day 6 with my sanity intact, I wouldn't have believed them, but here it is....Day 6!
When I woke up this morning, my first thought was of fags. But it wasn't a craving, it was a sad little thought :(; it was of something that used to be in my life but isn't there anymore and I was missing it (not craving it), just a little bit. I was regretting that this "something" had gone, but knew that it wasn't coming back.
I have read of other people referring to "mourning" fags and I couldn't really comprehend it, but now I do. I actually still feel a bit sad. It is totally ridiculous.....I should be glad that the smelly git has gone.