Yesterday I hit 40 days clean. It's funny - I got congratulations from the Badass Samurai (who are the most badass quitters I know), but it was in the middle of one of the worst, foggiest, craviest days I've had. I felt pretty good throughout my thirties, and then BAM. Last night I could barely think straight, could hardly interact with my friends, and I felt like utter hell.
All that said, I was excited to wake up in the morning and post roll. I get excited to post roll - and I enjoy doing it. It's a great victory. I KNOW today I'm not going to have nicotine. Even if I have an awful crave - I'll worry about that tomorrow. And, guess what - that's exactly what happened yesterday.
Quitting each day is so simple and so easy - and your body and mind heal a little each day. You feel less like and idiot for HAVING dipped, and more like a legend for all the days before this that you've quit, and the fact that you've chosen to say FU to Nic today.
Even when she comes back with a vengeance (like last night), that makes me feel good - I wouldn't say I enjoyed last night, but it felt damned good to "say no" and wake up clean this morning.