Experienced a profound sense of loss yesterday evening that really caught me off-guard.
Suddenly thought of life ahead of me without 20 little mates in my pocket and it was almost like grief; the kind of thought I have when I look a how grey my dog has gone around the muzzle and how much I'll miss her when she's gone. It completely blew away the logical part of me, and all I felt for a few moments was just utter dismay, and disbelief that I can, from now to the end of my days, go without smoking.
It was only for a few moments before I started thinking normally again, but it just goes to illustrate just how powerful nicotine addiction is that its sudden absence can have that kind of effect - I literally conflated giving up smoking with loss and grief!
Anyway, 4 day mark; still winning.