Keep On Truckin'

Day three of not smoking will be coming to a close soon.

Today was pretty much the same as the first two. Even with the patch I have moments of wicked cravings that sneak attack me. They are amazingly strong, but pass pretty quickly. When they hit I divert my attention, and find each time that I have survived with my goal intact.

I'm noticing that I can smell things more intensely. Example, the litter box. Nancy really needs to be checked out. I'm certain that something horrible has crawled up inside her and died.

Eating is a double edge sword right now. I want to eat because I can't smoke, yet there is no longer the satisfaction of having a cigarette when I am done. No fun at all.

Haven't dared to have a beer. Not because it's yet another trigger, I know I can overcome that, but because it would lower my resolve. I know I won't avoid it forever, (come on, I can't give up EVERYTHING!) but it's best to allow some time and distance between me and my little enemies before I attempt it.

About to snatch Michelle off her computer and watch "Saw VI." Hope it's not as clone-like as "The Final Destination" was.