I made it. I did it. I enjoyed it.
It was hard. I celebrated my 2 months of being nicotine and smoke free on a cruise ship with a bazillion smokers on it (or so it seemed). I avoided the casino and the smoking areas as best as I could.
The smell as I passed through the smoking areas was awful and I kept thinking how grateful I was I didn't have to worry about where or when I could smoke. I couldn't believe the stench and how I was glad not to smell like that. The stale smoke smell in the casino was nauseating.
But...there were the moments (what seemed like A LOT of moments) where I wanted a sickarette. I did. I wanted one. I didn't do it. I didn't want to start over and count my DOF again. I kept telling myself there is no craving...breathe...it will pass....it is just what you used to do and don't need to do it anymore.
Looking back, it was the hardest time I have had over the past 68 days. I can now look back with a sense of accomplishment and gratitude that I didn't give in.
All of the Elders words were in my head. SINAO. NOPE. I don't do that anymore. It worked.
I am here. 68 DOF. 68 glorious days of freedom!
The vacation was amazing and I got through it without smoking!
