Day 3. Or is it four? Hell if I know. I started on Monday, actually it was more like Sunday- cutting back, trying to quit. I was doing really well and I could have considered Sunday night to be the starting point for cessation. Tuesday morning I decided to finish off the remaining cigarette in my pack… so I officially have to consider Tuesday at 1pm my actual quit time.

Drum roll please: In a few minutes I’ll be on my 72nd hour of not smoking and my body will be… for the first time (cough) years, 100% nicotine free.

I am still experiencing some symptoms… I want to kill my cats. I feel on edge off and on, I feel anxious off and on. I want to eat! I want to run! I want to strangle someone! And then for the most part I forget about it. It’s a little more difficult at work to get my mind off of things because other people here *do* smoke and I can REALLY smell it. It doesn’t smell pleasant, in fact it’s extremely disgusting, but my mind still associates it with pleasure.

I can’t believe I did it though Cold turkey! Dudes, if I can quit smoking, anyone can! I do seriously recommend cold turkey. The pain assocation with quitting and the reward of knowing you did it all on your own, I believe, will make you less likely to light up again because this is NOT something you want to relive.

Mentally and physically it IS painful!

So what does this mean? Where do I go from here? I guess ONE part means I can help others who wish to quit this addiction. Oh crub, I realized I was supposed to go out with someone this week for drinks. Oops.

Hopefully I can push through the weekend. I tried really hard to draw, write, play games to keep my mind occupied; but I had absolutely no focus. Maybe now that the 72 hrs are behind me, I can finally do something productive instead of wishing I could explode my cats with my mind.