It is Thursday, November 2nd and 3:51pm.
It has been 40 hours and 23 minutes since my last cigarette, one word that comes to mind during this whole ordeal is "SUFFERING".
I started smoking in Standard 6/Grade 8. I was almost 14 years old and I decided that 10 years is enough.
A few ways that I motivate myself:
~ I run out of breath at the gym long before get tired.
~ I spend way too much money on cigarettes every month
~ My hair, clothes and car stinks
~ Mommy wants me to.
So when I announced in the beginning of last month that I am quitting on the 1st of November, Willem, Mone, Leanne and Stanley decided that we'll make it a team effort and we'll all quit.
On Monday Mone has changed her date to the 26th (her bday) thus is still in phase one** of the quitting procedure, Willem is doing it slowly and it still in phase one**. Stanley is doing well and only had 2 cigarettes yesterday and today he has not had anything yet. Leanne is doing really well too. She has actually always just been a social smoker. She doesn't really smoke when she is alone so she is handling all of this much better than I am.
Yesterday was the worse... I was so mean and cruel and I cannot think of a single person in the whole enitire world that I would have found even remotely tolerable.
Emotionally I was super unstable Yesterday and even burst out in tears once (well today I am still unstable but at least I'm a little less unstable.) I was mean so here is my list:
I'm sorry Willem
I'm sorry Mone
I'm sorry Laurence
I'm sorry Jorik
I'm sorry Candy
I'm sorry eConsultant clients
I'm sorry mommy
I'm sorry Leanne
I'm sorry everybody at Hetzner
I'm sorry dude at the cellphone repair store
I'm sorry to all cars that was on Hill street at 5:32pm
I'm sorry Jennifer Love Hewitt
**Phase one : Think about quitting but smoking the same amount (if not a little more as you want to make up for the time you will loose when you eventually reach Phase three which is actually giving up cigarettes.