Well day 2 is over. And it wasn't pretty. The cravings started to kick in big time yesterday evening. But they subsided after roughly an hour. You read that cravings are supposed to last 3-5 minutes but that's never been the case for me. Luckily I was working on a project with another colleague so unbeknownst to him he kept me distracted enough to manage it. When I got home I took the dog for a walk as traditionally I'll have a cup of tea and a smoke when I walk in the door. Unfortunately the dog seems to sense that I have way more energy that usual and took it upon himself to drive me utterly crazy for the entire night. All I wanted to do was relax and smooth my way through any cravings, which were not that bad last night, but the little shithead kept jumping on me, barking at me, trying to play toy with him and doing all the things that drive dog owners mental. He's lucky he's furry and smiley. Anyways that major distraction aside things went well enough last night. Although due to excess energy I did end up cooking enough food to feed a small army and cleaning the kitchen at 11 last night. On the bad side my patience is wearing very very thin at the moment and the queue at the shop today inspired thoughts of murder. Still, thems the breaks.
Today is going to be tough. Today is when I usually crack but I'm adamant that it's not going to happen this time. I'm just so sick of smoking. I hate the way I'm dependent on it. I hate that I spend so much money on it. I hate the way it screws up my health. I hate the fact that my girlfriend doesn't smoke but has to put with me puffing my lungs out. I hate so much about smoking. So hopefully this time I'm going to persevere.
A weird side affect of the initial withdrawal is that dreams become very odd and some of the stuff I dreamt about last night could probably keep a psychoanalyst in couches for a long time.
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