[*]Well week 1 is officially done and YES! finally behind me. I'm just about 12 hours into week 2 now, and never really thought about how I would feel getting this far, but I have to say it feels pretty darn good and my faith in this journey has sky rocketed to boot. Although I feel good with this quit, I'm still working on some emotional ups and downs. Never quite sure which way it will go, from one minute to the next. Sorta like riding a roller coaster in the dark, can't see the ups and downs or sharp turns coming until they hit, by then you have no choice but ride it out (unless of course ones totally off their rocker and decides to jump off ie: have a smoke)
The last couple days have been a little troublesome, not in the sense I think I might cave in. Its just that horrible emptiness inside me, like a pit inside my stomach that keeps clawing at me demanding attention. No amount of food or drink seems to satisfy it and I certainly know a cigarette won't fix it either. so I spend a lot of time just starring off at nothing really, just trying to make some sense out of it. One of my weaker moments this morning was, I actually tried some ice cream and m&m's for breakfast - just ended up with huge sugar rush with a side of guilt, not sure I would recommend it. Oh well moaning about this ain't doing me any good. Its a beautiful sunny day here, so I think I'll take my Mom out for a bit of shopping, maybe I can exchange some of my blahhs for something useful – like a new pair of shoes?
Happy evening everyone