Had another nice peek about what post nicotine life can be if keep my word each day. The last couple or mornings my fiance has asked me to make her some juice using our new juicer when she woke up. Well, today I looked at the clock and it was almost time for her to get up (I had already been up a couple of hours) and I thought "well, I'm sure she's going to ask for a juice so I'll make one and bring it in to her." So that's what I did. And she looked at me in shock like "what the hell is this all about?"
It occurred to me after that usually I'm looking at the clock thinking "man, I hope she gets up and gets out of here quickly. I need a dip." I'm sure she senses that anxiety (pure panic some days I guess). Anyway, the point is that it was nice not to be pacing around waiting for her to get the hell out of the house so I could indulge my addiction.