Day three was a fantastic day until about 6 pm. I didn't have one craving that even caused me any more discomfort than, say, having to stop and re-tie your shoe.
I expected a tough day today--and indeed, the work day was MORE challenging than usual. And I got through it with flying colors. Did have the sports med appt. Did get the verdict that I have a fracture, and my running days are over for a few months (tears). STILL, flying colors. Didn't even want a smoke.
Then I went to pay the rent. Landlord offers me a glass of wine like she always does. I have one. She lights up. I didn't even tell her I'd quit. Just carried on. Smelled the smell, thought "that stinks." Demon started yelling, but I just turned away.
Came home. An hour later, and I'm alone (there goes that loneliness trigger) and the closest I've come in 3 days to blowing it....I've pulled out my Allen Carr cheatsheet. I'm reading posts. I'm staying close to the site. This post is my SOS
When I'm good, I'm reallly, really killin' it. But ah yes...this is the definition of white knuckling it. Friends, I'm dangerously close and it scares the bee-jezuz out of me!
