Don’t worry, I won’t be blogging every day about smoking, just on the days it’s especially hard. It helps me because I can bitch about it. It helps you because I’m not bitching directly at you. Yesterday was something special because of everything else my body was putting me through. Today is extra, extra special because I forgot to slap on a patch before heading for work. Yeah. Dumb.

I quit a couple years ago, completely cold turkey. There were very little withdrawals, no major cravings and I didn’t use any type of substitute. I just quit. It worked, for over a year, until I moved down to the 5th floor among my smoking co-workers and I decided that if I stepped out occasionally with them it’d be no big deal, despite knowing that history would inevitably repeat itself. I got too confident in my ability to stay mostly a non-smoker. But, up until that lapse in judgment everything was fine. Why is it different now? Why is today so flipping hard? I really need to eat something.