From where I sit, I can see my cigarettes. And my smoking chair. And my gross little oasis of serenity and alone time. The place where I’m slowly killing myself. I screwed up last night… Prob smoked 10 or 11 cigarettes. I lost count.
This morning I am determined not to have one till ‘lunch time’ which is when we return from our soccer game. So I’m trying to keep myself occupied with coffee. It’s only barely working. Then the kid is going for a play date at 3pm so…. Even bigger trigger. This is really really hard.
One step at a time though. I WILL NOT SMOKE BEFORE THIS SOCCER GAME.