Man, I still haven't had a smoke since last Saturday... I'll think about cigarettes, but I won't really get any cravings. In fact, I've only had one strong craving since I quit about ten days ago and that was when I was going outside with my friend so we could talk and she could have a smoke. My craving only lasted for about five seconds and it disapeared.
The funny thing is that in the past I've had desires to quit, but I never followed up on them. This time I just stopped smoking them out of the blue. After a day, I realized that I hadn't had one for a while and decided to just see how long I could last. So far so good.
My senses of taste and smell have definitely increased since then. My mouth and throat feel like they're in a better condition before. I'm getting these little phlem balls coming up my thoat whenever I cough, but that's probably still happening because up until very recently I was still smoking, so of course there's still going to be tar down the breathing tubes. Now if only I still ran like I used to then I could be in peak physical condition in no time!
I'm still carrying around tobacco, rolling papers and a lighter with me everywhere everyday, but I have no desire to take them out and perform magic with them. I have the tools within reach, but there's nothing that's making me use them.
I had my first smoke when I was about fourteen or fifteen I believe. I'm almost twenty now and I just might be able to say that I quit before my second decade in life. I do believe that I am done smoking here in Canada, but the real test will come when I go back home to Wisconsin for the holidays and see my old chums who smoke. Or when I go back to work at the camp. That place is nortorious for making ex-smokers return to their filthy habits because they need some avenue of relieving their stress. We'll see, but for now I'm free from the nicotine bonds.
I have a friend who's going to school in Minnesota who just started to stop smoking as well. He's having completely different symptoms however. Instead of being easygoing about it like me, he's having a hard time doing it and is snapping at everybody because of it. He'll hang up on people for the slightest reasons. He'll start spazing out on you and call you all sorts of vulgar names.
How did I do it without any real reason or strong desire? I always thought I'd be going through hell when I would finally do this. Instead, I've barely given any thought to lighting up another one. Isn't this supposed to be the most addictive drug in the world?
Anyways, keep supporting me just in case I run into some harder times.