When I take a break from housework, I smoke. I feel kind of lost. It seems like as time passes and my brain gets used to the fact that it is not longer what I do, then that part will be easier. Well, I cleaned out all the car ashtrays, and went and bought some grapes, juice and pretzel sticks to keep me busy hopefully without gaining too much weight. I'm going to a quilt tying thingie tomorrow, that should keep me busy in a nonsmoking environment.
People say it helps.
It's Tuesday in the wee hours, and on Wednesday I wake up a non-smoker. So I've got less than 36 hours of smoking. On one hand I feel dread, but on the other I feel kind of excited. It's quite a challenge. I've quit before, twice.