Sometimes days go by and I don't even remember the cigarette life......
I don't think about them, I don't think about them and then I want one so bad it hurts. It passes in a minute, but that minute, even though I feel like I won that battle I feel crazy.
Insane, like there is something really wrong with me, anxiety ridden and then I make the connection. I want that cigarette.
Tonight I made fresh mozzarella cheese with tomato and basil for dinner. As soon as I finished the preparation, I wanted a cigarette. Stop it. I have been on the phone for hours, driven miles in the car, had words with my husband and never thought about a smoke. But tonight. Mozzarella and tomato caused a cigarette anxiety attack.
I need an explanation.