Tomorrow is 4 weeks/one calendar month since I stubbed out my last cigarette.
Now the raw, all-encompassing cravings have passed on the whole, old Nic is playing his mind games of making me feel nostalgic about smoking, like I 'deserve' a cigarette for being so good. He's tricked me before with this one and I won't be fooled again.
I like the non-smoking me that doesn't stink, has money in the bank and can run longer than a minute without wanting to dry heave. Best of all is a sense of pride and self-respect.
It's hard but it's bl**dy worth it!