I've been smoke-free for 72hrs!
I'm not sure if that makes me a non-smoker yet, or maybe just a recovering smoker? Either way, I'm a quitter who quit!
I didn't really decide to quit smoking on Monday. My brain did. I'm not sure where it got the idea that Monday was the day, or that I would go cold turkey, but it did and here I am.
The first day was hell. I didn't really crave them, certainly not as much as on the days I was just cutting down, when I felt I HAD to have one. It was hell because I'm neurotic on a good day, so why shouldn't my brain turn it's self upside-down and inside-out?
My poor family. I don't know how they didn't just kick me out of the house and lock the door! My hubby should have sent me away to a hotel so I didn't upset my children...but I think he knew I would probably commit some crazy crime against an innocent, unsuspecting civilian and be arrested by people who didn't know I was in the throws of Nicotine withdrawals and wasn't myself.
I was cranky...very cranky. Everything annoyed, irritated and bugged the crap outta me.
I felt depressed. I cried a little. I yelled alot. I cussed. I didn't have a cig. The worst of all, I couldn't sleep! Not that I couldn't sleep at all, it just wasn't good sleep for any decent length of time. That didn't help the crankiness.
Each day got a little better...but I can be cranky on a good day ;)
I'm feeling much better today =)
Made cupcakes and ate half a dozen.
I bought a gorgeous dress for my daughter's grad that I look stunning in.
Hope it still fits in a week or else I'm going on a ciggy & water diet for the week before the grad!