Well i woke feeling pretty good then within two hours managed to have at least a half dozen crises of faith. Got caught up in "never another cig" and felt overwhelmed and forgot the premise "just get through this hour", I felt like Carr's book had superhuman and unrealistic expectations while i struggled with a willpower battle over breaking down, bit my signif other's head off (fortunately i missed, her head's still on), and, honestly, looked for a sense of pride but only felt empty.
Went to the gym and now feeling mo' better and hoping i've had the worst of today's crisis of faith in the process. I guess i expected that by third day i'd feel something different or better. I can say the coffee tasted about a zillion times better last night after dinner. That's something anyway. Beginning to wonder if and how i'll ever enjoy things again without cigs....crazy crazy crazy!
Looking forward to a nap and unconsciousness for a while........I guess you can liken this stage of quitting smoking to a colonoscopy: ideally you're unconscious for both things.
mdmd