I've lost count of the amount of times I've tried quitting, but I always broke on day 3. Nothing I ever did could get me past it. Today, is day 3. It's nearly over and I didn't break. I cried at my boss for no apparent reason (Thankfully she understood and just sat with me until it passed), I kicked an empty box clean across the store room and the shakes have got worse but I held firm.
I'm so proud of myself and feeling quite euphoric for finally beating day 3! I've always said if I could beat day 3 it'll carry me through the week, and if I beat week 1 then it'll carry me through week 2.
The best bit about today: My smell came back. I can smell everything properly, including the co worker who smokes. It made me realise that that's how I used to smell. My local coffee shop smells AMAZING though! I don't want to smoke and not be able to smell that coffee mixed with cake smell! lol