I've made it a week. That's the good news. I worry that it was made possible because I avoided the real world all-together, but it is what it is. I definitely over-compensated with food, especially sugar. I'm going to have to get on top of that too. The worst part was this dream I had last night.
I don't remember it except for the fact that I had decided to go buy a pack of smokes and I was all but shaking with excitement and anticipation. I woke up as my dream-self was entering the gas station. The excitement was immediately replaced with crushing dissapointment. That was no fun. I've been grumpy all day.
Anyway, I've been doing all right and I'm still determined. It was time to be done. I worry that I'll always miss it though, or that I'll be less happy overall. I think that's natural. My brain is trying to talk me back into smoking.
