The first cigarette of the day
As I woke up this morning it didn’t take more that 30 seconds for smoking to drift into my mind. Now a few weeks ago what would have happened is that I would have acted upon that thought and my first activity of the day would have been to go outside and have a cigarette. It’s impossible to describe the freedom I feel by not having to do it. On the subject of the first fag of the day, I also have to say it was rarely satisfying. While there were cigarettes I enjoyed (like the one with my coffee), that first cigarette of the day was usually pretty nasty. As we head into the third week, I’m amazed how good I feel not to be smoking a cigarette at 7am!