I haven't done 'annoyingly bouncy' for ages, have I?!
Well, here goes. I was feeling a bit down on myself. Though I don't get 'proper' painful, all-consuming cravings any more, I do get occasional (sometimes daily, sometimes none for a week or so) thoughts a bit like a wicked little giggle from the inner stroppy teenager that says 'Go on, you could have a smoke, or maybe even two. Maybe just smoke for a day! You *could*! It wouldn't hurt or undo all your work, because you've shown how strong you can be...go on, go on, GO AHHHHN!' (The rascally teenager tends to go a bit Mrs Doyle here, for Father Ted fans...) At which point, I slap her and turn away. That shows her.
But eventually this was starting to make me quite cross with myself.
And I tried to lock it away. Then I realised that doesn't work, so I had a proper look at it instead.
I had to smile, really. I'm getting cross, about thoughts that I can so easily slap away? And yet I'm not remembering to celebrate the fact that I NEVER (yes, really, never) get the urge to smoke first thing in the morning, or after dinner, or on the way home from work, or that 'just the one before I go to bed' that I always thought were the hardest triggers to overcome?
AnnMarie, you're right, we have to remember to celebrate and pat ourselves on the back! I'm STILL not smoking at least 15 fags every day. That's BRILLIANT! So far, since I quit, I haven't smoked ONE THOUSAND NINE HUNDRED AND EIGHTY EIGHT fags! That's nearly TWO thousand fags that won't be doing me any damage at all! Eat that, nicoteenager!