So im at a hooka bar right now its great i figure its ok since its not cigarettes i dont think im going to have problems at least i hope i wont but oh well i think this was a good idea ive done good for 2 weeks and that deserves a reward
I wanted a cigarette so I ate half of bag of Sour Cream and Onion chips. This is bad. I cant keep that up, If I do I’ll be fat as all hell. Before this I have been drinking water, or juice, just not soda. All day I’ve wanted to eat something every time I’ve wanted a cigarette. This has really been the only time I’ve had a problem since I quit smoking. I think the longer I keep from smoking the harder it gets. I think I’m getting this fucking backwards. Isn’t it that the longer you’ve been “quit” the easier it gets right? I really fucking doubt that now. I feel the longer I’ve been quit the more I want a freaking cigarette. This is probably really weak and if anyone actually reads this then they would probably say to quit bitching its only been five days. Up until now I haven’t had any problems which promotes my theory the longer I go the worst it will get. This is bad. Everyday I see people smoking and I hate them. I want to cut their hands off at the wrists and steal the cigarettes. Eventually the cravings pass. Sometimes I feel like I cant take it, but in the back of my mind I know I can.
This is the one week mark. I’m doing good. I think I’ve replaced cigarettes with water because I cant stop drinking it. Anything really I feel the need to consume liquid all day everyday just not soda. The major thing that worries me about quitting is gaining weight I’m self conscience enough without that happening. I feel better than I have in years I can breathe better and i don’t cough every 5 minutes anymore. This is more than likely the best thing I’ve done with my life so far.
Two days ago I quit smoking, and I thought it would be helpful if I wrote my experiences, and feelings. It seems better to write them down, rather than scream them at innocent bystanders. My first day seemed surreal like it was all a dream. I felt like there was a part of me missing. I didn’t sleep hardly at all last night. I felt extremely tired but couldn’t sleep. I tossed and turned all night. I was hot, and then cold. I finally fell asleep just to wake an hour later. Its a pain in the ass really. I don’t expect my friends and family to not smoke around me, or quit, but the smell of a cigarette, the smoke, it drives me insane. The smoke whips and curls up my nose right into my brain, and sets of a surge of energy inside me, I feel like I could attack someone and steal there cigarettes. People have started getting on my nerves today. Their random questions, their expectation that I’m the same person when I’m not anymore. It sets me off just random little things throw me into a rage. I hope it stops in a day or too.