It will be two weeks at 2:30 this afternoon since I have had a cigarette. Needless to say, I have been a little bitchy, crabby, out of my mind, etc...

It really wasn't that bad though, the worst part is this past week, I have had some really close calls. I love to smoke. It is like the punctuation at the end of a sentence. It marks the end of a task, and the beginning of the next one. I know my cravings can't be physical at this point, but they are stronger than the physical ones.

I have quit several times before. I was never one of those smoke natzi quitters. I always enjoyed second hand smoke, and it does not bother me if others smoke in my presence. So, I keep telling myself, this is a good thing, you are extending your life, you will feel better, look better, and won't have to be a slave to cigarettes anymore!!!! Oh and by the way, the 4 lbs I lost a few weeks ago, it's back!