Day 67, An odd day for me today. I had been cruising along these last few weeks. Thought my quit was rock solid, I mean I knew it was, uh I mean, I know it is. Shit, after today, I am not sure I know anything.
I step outside after a half day of work, blue sky, sun shining and a balmy 54 degrees. Instant crave I was not ready for. I have spent the last 67 days trapped in the cold, gray skied MI winter. I never would have dreamed that nice weather was a trigger. I got in my truck, (which was nearly out of gas), and whipped out of the structure. For the next 15 minutes while driving I experienced the single strongest craving in 67 days. It started as a thought, than became a temptation, and finally grew into a panic. At one point I started getting TMJ pain and began cracking my jaw, (an old nervous habit that I used to have when it really needed to scratch the nicotine itch).
I pulled into a gas station and slammed the car in park. I wasnt sure at that point if I was going inside for a tin or just stopping to get gas. But for the first time in 67 days, I had opened that door of possibility wide as hell. What the hell is wrong with me, I am thinking?
I immediately texted this message to 5 quit friends in my contact list. "SOS, I need a kick in the balls, not sure what is happening to me". Immediately my phone began ringing, not 1, not 2, not 3, but all 5 people called me, or texted some words of encouragement. I spent 5 or 10 minutes on the phone with a bad ass quitter from AZ, thanks JB. Within a few minutes I had my head out of my ass and I was carrying on with my day, still quit.
Incidentally I nearly missed posting roll today too. I was running late to work, having some problems with my lap top all week. I almost gave up and just said screw it, I will post tonight. Glad I got that post in. It would have been alot easier to cave if I hadnt made a promise.
Posted roll and used the tools. Whew, I am begining to see why people saw, "keep you guard up".