OK. It's a new day - a new month - a new me. A new QUIT. Day one. My chest and lungs are raw and ragged. I have my patch on, so I am not craving too much at this point. I've only been awake for about 7 hours though. It's usually harder for me in the evenings. Not going to have any alcohol at all this time. Too risky. Feeling very confident this time. I have a QUIT BUDDY - my boyfriend. Encouragement and support is a good thing. I am somewhat ashamed and down on myself for the sheer number of times I have had to go back to square one - wondering why this habit is so stubborn. I've sure had it a long time. I know that I have got to get it into my head and heart that I hate cigarettes and that they are nasty if I am going to be successful and happy with this. That conviction has eluded me so far. Even on my one 7-year quit, I never quit loving the smell. I hope I can find that aversion this time.