My bathroom was finally finished on Monday.
New suite, new tiles and new flooring. All lovely and shiny so off I go to the shops yesterday to buy the finishing touches. New bath mats, toilet roll holder and smelly candle.
I run the bath fill it with bubbles and light the candle. Bear in mind I've not picked up a lighter in nearly 5 months. (5 months this Sunday:D)
As I pressed the lighter my body went mad, it wasn't so much a crave as an expectation that nicotine was on it's way. Like when your mouth waters at the sight of a lovely plate of food when you're really hungry.
It was an amazing reaction and made me realise how much I'm still addicted to nicotine or my subconcious mind is at any rate. It did not make me want to smoke, I'm past that. It did however emphasise how strong the connection is between smoking and certain situations.
It served as a really good warning for me that no matter how much time has passed, an action/person/place that we associate with smoking is always going to cause a trigger the first time we do it or meet them or go there.