It's been one month since I've smoked or had any nicotine in my system. The first five days were awful for me. I was a major cunt and practically unbearable; however, my
wife is a saint and she helped by slapping me silly, often.
I've been really craving nicotine the last few days. I've been fidgety, anxious, and a bit grouchy. I almost bought a pack tonight, but I didn't. I resisted the urge and played a bit of soccer (football) with my son Corey, and I felt a little better, after that.
It's a bitch to quit for most and the odds are against it, but physically I feel far better, and that is all right by me.
CG, I ran like the wind in the backyard with my son, btw.
Peace, doobs
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