It is now 11:04, and I had my last cigarette at 6:45 this morning. Things haven't been too bad so far, been trying to keep myself busy so I don't want to smoke out of boredom (it's a bad habit of my habit). I am trying with lozenges since my psychiatrist told me not to try to quit cold turkey after the last time I tried threw me into a tailspin. I have a container with cigarettes in it still, going to give them to my mom but I haven't seen her yet, so I wrote, "your brain is a liar" on the lid. Hopefully that will bring my back to my good senses if I go to grab one without thinking.

I'm trying to look at all the positives of quitting but I know, soon, the sorrow is going to hit. It's like losing a best friend. Cigarettes are there for you when you're sad, they're there when you're happy. They're a drinking buddy. Grr, I need to get out of this mindset. This is going to be a rough week if I don't stay positive. Anyone have any ideas?