So here I sit at day 15. Some days have been ok, but most have sucked ridiculous amounts of donkey dick!! I read quite a bit on this site. There's a lot of repetitively used phrases...drink the Kool-aid...quit for you...one day at a time..etc. I completely understand all of them except one..."embrace the suck"...until today. Normally, when a crave hits, I will do some push-ups, or something else that I've read about other people doing. But inside my head, I am not fighting the crave. I am feeling sorry for myself, wondering why I have to go through this, and other pussyish thoughts. Today I watched as my co-worker stuff a fatty in his lip. Watched him tongue it into place, throw a napkin in a paper cup and let out that first brown spit. Man, it is crazy how something that is sooooo disgusting to normal people, looks fucking delicious to an addict. BAM!!! The crave hit me so hard, I think I was drooling. I thought about asking him to spare one for a few seconds. Changed my mind, and walked away. As the self-pitying thoughts were flowing into my head, something changed. I got fucking pissed!!!! I was so sick of suffering and feeling sorry for myself day after day after day, that I got more pissed off than I can remember being in a very long time. I tried going to the men's restroom to splash some water on my face and cool down. Upon discovering the door was locked, I unleashed about 3 or 4 full force punches on the door. After hearing my boss scream like a 3 year old girl, I decided to take a brisk walk to the other side of the plant...and then it hit me...embrace the suck...it sucks so bad so that I won't forget it, and won't be stupid enough to put myself through it again. How simple? Why did it take me this long to figure out? Gentlemen, I have welcomed craves since that moment this morning. In a sick way, enjoying them even. I have been given TONS of excellent advice from you guys. But I definitely have a favorite piece now.