Day 27. I'm 1 day away from 4 weeks, or a month. That sounds great. Feeling physically good. Craves still hit once in a while. And while mostly, they are easy to deal with, a couple times they have gotten pretty intense. But I'm finding that my brain wants to tell me to forget why I'm quit when the craving gets bad. It's amazing how much damage we've done to our mental health. How sad is it that we've chose to make a habit of trying to use something to kill ourselves quicker. My biggest problem now is that the guilt of wondering if I have made choices that will cut my time short with my family, my kids. I hate myself for making such a selfish choice, and although at the time, I didn't think about it, it's no excuse. I guess I thought I'd be feeling this great sense of accomplishment at this point, but i dont. I just want time. One day at a time, and to appreciate my family every second that the good Lord blesses me with. I will not take it for granted ever again.