Forty-eight days a non-smoker - some good, some bad but today, interestingly, is a day when it hasn't been bad. In fact, following a work observation earlier this week, it was a good day as a colleague complimented my performance. However, after work I met up with an old friend (a former smoking partner who I haven't seen in a few months) to walk our dogs and discovered that after eleven months they had succumbed to the wicked weed.
At the time, I was feeling self-congratulatory and gave the spiel to remind them how good they had been feeling and even forwarded them a couple website etc.
All good, you may be thinking...no! Whilst I didn't object to them smoking in my presence and in fact wasn't bothered, the evil voice however has been working on my self conscience.
Consequently, some five hours after that I find myself clearing the kitchen and come across my old baccy tin and it still has some papers and some crumbs of baccy. Not enough to actually roll one but the temptation is almost over whelming. I bagged the papers and dropped them to a smoking neighbour and set fire to what was left of the baccy.
I would like to say I stood well back and didn't inhale but, as a test, I didn't! It proved a point despite this length of time I could quite easily revert back to being a smoker.
Will I? I hope not which is why I am increasing my mantras NOPE and Dory, "Just keep quitting, Just keep quitting."
There is a fine line between ignoring it and suddenly giving in. Grateful that, just for today, I have not bought any and reverted to old habits as I would have done given a similar situation previously.