It’s been 14 hours since I smoked, at least. I’ve been managing to forget about it off and on. Every now and then though my mind has this hilarious tendency to just sit there and tick on the idea for a couple minutes.
Kind of reminds me of the occasions where my cat just sits at my feet and meows for bit.
I think I’ve got it beat this time. I recognize the impulse to smoke, but there is no desire. Just more programming to undo. It’s pretty laughable how easy it is this time, after years of failed attempts. Finally got passed all the stress factors of the illness(or at least can insulate myself from them when allowed.)
Got a good album on.
I will say time seems drastically slower today than it did yesterday. I’m pretty sure I’ll adjust to that as well.
This is my first step in becoming a focused, productive individual. Smoking kept me chained up since I was 18 whether it was pot or cigarettes.