Quitting Smoking

9:30 a.m.

Today is the day. I smoked my last cigarette last night, watching as the paper burned down below the American Spirit eagle, and it had a sense of finality that I hadn’t felt the other times I’ve tried to do this.

I have the patch on my arm, and it’s not itching as much as people told me it would. Including sleep time, it’s been 9 hours since my last one, and I’m doing surprisingly okay.

I’ll be doing my best to live blog my progress today, so be prepared for things to get a little weird.

Moments later…

Why do I feel tingly?

10:30 a.m. 

10 and a half hours smoke-free, and while I had been rolling along surprisingly easily up to this point, just got hit with a crazy strong craving. I’m at school for a 12-hour day, so I’m nervous as to how bad this is going to get. Mondays are my toughest day of the week anyway – super long day, and the last of my six working days before a day off. Perhaps after I get a customer and a tip I’ll go get some candy or something.

11:35 a.m.

I think I might punch John today. It would feel good. Hands are shaking, hope I don’t have to do a shave today, it might not be pretty.

4:10 p.m.

Not getting annoyed with people nearly as much as I expected, but I seem to have lost the ability to utter a coherent sentence. I am also becoming more aware of my triggers. These are the times I want to smoke:

  1. When I wake up
  2. Driving
  3. Before walking into work or school
  4. When bored
  5. After I finish a haircut
  6. After I eat
  7. When I want to escape
  8. Before bed

Only 5 hours until I go home, 8 hours til bed. If I can do day 1, I think I can do this.

7:15 p.m.

Still hanging in there. Went tanning to hopefully preempt a psoriasis flare where the patch is, because I’m getting pretty pink under there. It was nice to be toasty.
This is officially the longest I have gone without a cigarette since the day I left Fort Jackson in late December 2002. Go me.