Day 52
I believe in the old saying "Nothing worth doing comes easy", to some extent it's my lifes motto, much like "If it's worth doing it's worth doing right". But my God why does quitting have to be so hard so many times. Why does the "funk" have to come back when you're 50 plus days in to the quit? I can understand the three day funk, I can even wrap my mind around a week maybe two, but week seven??? Give me an f'n break.
This week has been a living hell for me. To some extent this has been worse than the early weeks. I've felt tired, hungry, spacey, dizzey, PISSED, like there's just something missing that I can't replace (an itch you can't scratch), and everything is 100 times harder than it should be. To top it off I've had a lot of stress' this week too. My wifes car needs a new transmission, an event that I've been looking forward to for some time got postponned for the fourth time, my wife has been a royal pain, and I bit the living hell out of my lip. The good thing is the massive ulcer that I have now prevents me from even thinking about buying a can.