So day 7, I don't know how I got here, but I have. It's been tough to say the least.
Anyway went out for Sunday lunch today at my local pub, we normally have lunch and then go into the top bar, have a few drinks, watch the football and play pool ect... Monday mornings are never good lol
So we have lunch and a few of our group start rolling their fags and getting ready to go out and have a smoke, I didn't know what to do, obviously I would normally be heading out with them, so I sat there for a bit chatting with the non-smokers and it was so boring!
They soon come back and we headed into the other bar, by this point I am full from my dinner, full of jealousy of the smokers and p!ssed off actually.
I made my excuses and left.
So I don't really know what the point of this post is, but for years my Sundays have consisted of a roast dinner, a few pints, smoking and hanging out with my friends.
This is the first Sunday since quitting and I couldn't handle it, so what happens now? Are my Sundays over? Will I ever enjoy a roast dinner again?
P.s sat at home grumpy!