The shift in my cravings lately has been bothering me. I did read that this is normal, but idk, it feels scary.
I have far fewer cravings; not even every day, but now when they come, they’re like full-on super-detailed multi-sensory fantasies … how it would feel … lighting up, that first drag. It’s way too specific and it creeps me out.
During the first couple of weeks of my quit, memories of the physical nastiness of smoking — smell, taste, numb tongue, irritated throat, dry cough — were still very close and just disgusting to remember. But now it’s like I’ve forgotten that part and I’m romanticizing how “wonderful” it was. How nice it would be.
Not gonna happen: I don’t do that anymore. I hope this phase of my quit will work its way out eventually; for now, one day WON at a time.
Thanks to everyone for being here!
Namaste, Terry
