Okay, day one of not smoking started great. Went to work, whenever I
had a smoking pang, just mentally went through the stuff I'd read
about physiological effects on cognitivequitting.com (excellent site),
which basically meant i spent several odd moments during the day
stretching my shoulders and back, much to my co-workers amusement.
And you know what? Didn't even remotely get any side-effects from the
physical withdrawal and was calm all day.
Got home, toyed with the idea of a cigarette, but decided, as planned
to go to the gym (first time in 9 months, not good!). Got back from
the gym, freshly showered and feeeling good. Get a call from a mate
asking if I want to go for a drink. He's a smoker. I go for the
drink. You can probably guess what is coming....
Having had such a great day with no problems and a new understanding
of giving up (perhaps not so new after all), I basically thought "I
can smoke on MY terms, I've conquered them for the day, if I fancy one
after all this time, then why not?" Obviously a stupid thing to
think.. and I smoked. In fairness, it was only ONE cigarette all
night (I was offered them more than once before I had to tell my mate
to cut it out), but obviously wasn't the plan. [sigh]. Okay, well day
one begins again with a lesson learnt - cigarettes are NOT a reward
for a good day.
Even though I don't know you guys, I feel dreadfully ashamed of
admitting this. Kind of weird, but probably a good thing.
Anyway, I'm planning on updating you tomoz having not smoked.
Regards,
Aman
P.S. Yesterday I said I was giving up smoking for a girl. This was
kind of a tongue-in-cheek joke which obviously didn't translate very
well. Anyway, I'm not. Girl or no girl, cigarettes need to go asap.
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