After my psych100 class today I walked the mile or so back to my off-campus house. I don't know about anyone else, but I am very much a creature of habit, and smokers tend to have certain times they just have to light up. Some of these times for me: I had to smoke after I had coffee, most of the time I had to smoke when I was driving, and I had to smoke everyday after my trek home from campus. So when I got to my door today, and didn't light up, my body was devastated. I craved the rush so badly that when I didn't get it, and realized I wouldn't for the rest of my life, I have to admit that I cried just a little.
Since then I've been fighting an internal battle:
:just one!
::no!
:just one drag then!
::no! you're doing so well!
I got in my car and drove out for cigarettes. Thankfully, somewhere along the way the clearheaded part of my brain took over, and instead of coming back with "coffin nails" I came back with some food for dinner.
Day 2: cigarettes 0
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