If you asked me yesterday how often I still think of cigarettes, I would have said: oh, several times/day, but never with an impulse to have one.
And just out of the blue, this morning, holding my cup of coffee, one foot out on the patio, the other still on the kitchen floor (actually waiting for my puppy to come back in the house), for a split second I thought: “all I need is a cigarette, so I can go sit down on the patio and have my coffee”. It is funny that that phrase it really just took a split second to pass through my mind, before I recognized my “old” brain, the old path of addiction. “The voice” was very weak, and so was my “regret” for not having one, but I know better now, “I don’t do that anymore”, and the regret was replaced with the joy of my reality, reality that I am a 227 days EX.
One more example of why we need to be constantly conscious of our recovery, nurture it, give it the respect, priority, the right attitude.
I don’t do that anymore, I am proud of it, I love my life as an EX, and I will never again, as long as it is in my power, and I am in my right mind, smoke again. And this is my promise to me and to you my friends!
Have a wonderful day!
Daniela 227 DOF
