Day 11 update -
Going to continue posting updates throughout the first 100 days just to serve as a little journal for those who may follow, to remind me how shitty this part is, and to serve as motivation to never go back.
A few slightly foggy days popped up last week, but in general things are clearing and each day gets a bit easier.
Physical Observations:
Tired, although how much can be attributed to the quit, my new exercise routine, or my little kids waking up throughout the night and jumping into bed with us is unknown.
Gums have a different "rough" feel to them than when I was dipping and are slightly more sensitive. Small white spot observed just before quit appears to have disappeared.
GI issues. Remembered lots of gas and being constipated on previous "pause". This time around have the opposite issue, although not sure home much is due to the quit, heavy antibiotic use a few weeks ago for a sinus infection, or the replacement of my normal lunches with salads. Might be all of the above, but definitely the predominant discomfort at the current time.
Sorry for the details.....but hey, it's for posterity.
Sleep / Body Aches and Stiffness. Most of this is probably due to the new exercise routine although I'm attributing the neck and back pain to a "different" kind of sleep. Not really having any sleep issues per se, but don't exactly wake up in the morning feeling "refreshed"...more like Jake Sulley waking up in the opening scene of Avatar. You know the quote.
Mental Observations:
Time Passing Slowly - Unlike what I remember from my past "pauses" time is really going by slowly with my quit. Previous times without nicotine it seemed like two weeks went by in a flash. With my quit, the days are just creeping by. Doesn't affect my resolve one bit, just an observation. Might just have been that in the past, I was always on two-week vacations.....when time tends to fly anyway. Helps to hear from my fellow quitters that this is a common side effect of the quit, although usually the slow time is expressed in hours or minutes, not days.
Crankiness, grumpiness, patience appear to have returned to a level just above my pre-nicotine norm.....roughly equivalent to the nicotine-induced anxiety while I was dipping...but this time just due to the stress of life and not so much the constant craving for a dip. Coming to grips with my nicotine-free stress and anxiety level is going to be a real learning experience for me. Still loosing my cool every once in a while but doing me best not to take it out on the fam. It's getting a bit better day by day.
Overall Observation. It's a fight, but doing well. Haven't really had any intense cravings yet as I've successfully worked through just about all of my normal triggers without nic and my subconscious appears to have given up on them to get nicotine. Not under any illusions though as I know there will some that sneak up on me in the future. Don't really feel like myself. The mind (and particularly the body) are noticeably shaken up. Not sure how much of all that is due to the quit or to the other things I mentioned above; antibiotics, new exercise routine (shit my quads hurt from the squats yesterday!), or modified diet.
Feel like shit, but balanced...very balanced. By that I mean that the mental "fork in the road" associated with my discomfort appears to now be equally weighted between the Nic Bitch (going back) and the new healthy me (going forward). That doesn't mean that my quit is hanging in the balance...no no, quite the opposite. What it means is that for the first time in a long time, I feel like the path to quitting and the path to going back carry the same difficulty level (for those of you battling out your first week of the quit, can you imagine that?...being as easy to stay quit as to go back?) Keep fighting my friends! Put another way, in the daily tug of war that ensues within my brain and body, the Bitch is loosing her grip and starting to slide.
Rambling on here, but wanted to get my feelings down in writing so that months/years from now I can look back on them. Despite the current state of affairs, have a feeling that my physical troubles and mental state are going to clear up in dramatic fashion here in the next few months. Truly believe that there will come a day in the near future where I will feel well rested, relaxed, strong (in physical shape),and in total control of myself. All the pieces may come together at the same time and that my friends will be truly enigmatic day. It will also be the unequivocal end of the Nic Bitch, as I'll be feeling so damn good that nothing she could possibly whisper in my ear is going to remotely rouse my attention. That my friends will be THE DAY.
Going to quit my way til that day comes and from that day on, one f'ing day at a time.