It’s a miniscule step, I know, but I managed it. I’m here, back from work, without fags. I have a glass of rioja, which I can enjoy without the taste being ruined by a million and one chemicals, and a tube of peanuts to keep me occupied.
Mentally I feel fine. I feel I should list the positive aspects:
- I don’t have to stand in the kitchen window getting cold (the nights are beginning to get a bit chilly)
- The flat won’t get unnecessarily cold
- I and the flat don’t stink
- I’ve saved £3.24 (that’s the extortionate 1am, ie Shell station, price)
- My breathing is that little bit better
- I have proved I can go through a day without smoking.
I managed to fight off several urges in the office and on the way home I had passed the Shell station before giving the subject a thought. I didn’t feel that tractor beam pulling me in the way it’s been doing for years. I must stay focused.
