I was here a little while go, but didn't post a blog. I went to my usual drugstore where I always bought my cigarettes. I put my mascara on the counter & said I also need ~ the cashier turned to grab my choice of drug ~ only to hear me say "a book of stamps" He became out of sorts, I'm still giggling. I could smell the smoke on the lady in front of me. Disgusting but tempting. The timing was just before I made it to the 72 hr point. A major impact for me was when I read Allen Carr's book ~ whether you like it or not, you've just smoked you last cigarette ~ I remind myself constantly that I no longer smoke. After months of smoking then not smoking (torture), I now know to not my guard down. One leads to more quicker than you think. Don't play with fire!
