Now, on day 1, I am avoiding anything that could set me off. I'm cutting my awkward conversations shorter than normal. Not allowing myself to look outside, or else I'd longingly gaze at a world I am denying mysef access to. No physical symptom is making me want a cigarette, I am not experiencing any sort of pain, however I feel incomplete.
My pack isn't in my pocket, and I am painfully aware of it. I keep searching around my pockets as if I'll find some lost cig that I'd easily excuse myself to smoke. "It's just a fluke, and I paid money for it. Be a shame not to smoke it. Just this once."
But you haven't quit till you quit, says Eric Shine, and I haven't even begun.
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