68 is not any significant number for any milestone, but it is today, for me. I woke up thinking about having a cigarette. It has been less of a struggle than the first week, but now I'm in "no man's land," and the pull, though mild for the most part, is still there. I continually wonder if some trigger is going get me--I remember times when I thought I was sailing along, and then some huge urge got to me, and I drove down the road, went into the convenient mart, and bought a pack. All the while, I knew that I was once again going to smoke on a regular basis. So here I am at 68 days and hanging in there.
