Quitting Smoking Day Four. [View all]

I's like the junkie laying on the bathroom floor convulsing faze equivalent to me. It's like I have the chills a little along with the withdrawls. I doesn't help that a cold snap started right when I quit.

I'm trying to stay up until at least seven. Bed sounds so good! I know I'll be nice and warm buried under two wool blankets and a comforter. My kitty Silver will no doubt join me. She likes under the covers for a while, as long as she can stick her nose out to breathe.

I quit awhile back and my backslide didn't last long. Before when I did that, I was back to smoking for quite awhile. I almost talked myself out of blowing it last time even though I was drinking. That's where I screwed up. I don't even usually drink. I should resolve to not even drink one freakin' beer until I'm off the tobacco for a full year. I actually liked a variety, cigarettes, cigars and a pipe occasionally. I attempted the "Uncle Buck" plan once and that only made me really like cigars and pipes.

No quitting aids or drugs at all. Making it through the withdrawls has never been a problem really. It's down the road a ways when I think I'm in the clear and something sets off the urge. I gotta just talk myself out of it when that hits me.