It's my 12th day of quitting now, and I hadn't realised how difficult it would be. It isn't craving the cigarette exactly, it is missing my friend, (I know it was the enemy from a health point of view, but it was mine, for me, and always there for me). A long time, 43 years, with a couple of brief quits for having babies. It's so I can be around for these grown up babies and family that I am quitting.
Somehow my ability to wait for my moment to take a break, then have the fag, then carry on OK, held whatever I was, or am together. Smoking was something that just seemed to keep everything else ticking along. Now I am so sad, and really feeling quite depressed :(. I am cross with me for feeling this way, for being this stupid person, so sorry for myself. Need to buck up and get on with it, so I'd better find something to do. But I have to admit I could weep much of the time, and am ashamed of myself.
Thanks for listening/reading. I have never been on a forum, or whatever this is, before. So lots of new things happening.
By the way, I lost 10 lbs over the last couple of months, for my health, so am on a pretty restricted diet. I thought I'd better lose weight before I quit, cos I put such a lot on the last most successful attempt. I NEED to keep this up, it makes me want to get up in the morning because I can weigh myself, see no weight gain, and be succeeding at something. So no chocolate treats allowed!