Holy crap. Day 32. I thought I was over the hump and past the worst of it. Nope!! Out of nowhere I get clobbered with an enormous "screw it" crave.
Out and about by myself, I stop for gas on the way to pick up a pizza. While pumping gas I suddenly had a powerful desire to have a dip. I nearly went on autopilot and went in for a can. It was almost like I didnt even want to let myself think about it, I just wanted to hurry up and get it, and do it before I could talk myself out of it.
This was my first real crave since "the fog". The other "craves" have really just been passing thoughts. Thoughts that I have chosen not to entertain. I usually just acknowledge them for what they are and carry on with my day. This was brutal, true NIC bitch lies, "screw it", "who cares", "just pack one and pitch it". All that shit went threw my head in a flash.
That gas could not pump fast enough. Well, I got the hell out of there unscathed but wow I scared myself. Didnt realize that I could be that close to throwing away a month of quit. Probably a healthy wake up call. I still havent even been put to the test of, "hey you want a dip", or any of the other easy cave scenarios.
I am thankful for 2 members of this site today. With the help of a timely text from a bad ass quitter from Abilene and a brief phone chat with a new friend from upstate NY, I think I pulled my head out of my ass. Thanks bros!!