Today is Smoke-free Day 172.
It's funny how some of the same stuff still works. Sitting at a stoplight last night an urge to smoke hit me strong enough that I mentioned it to Tom. One nice deep breath later I knew that I would be OK. It's so odd how right at the moment an urge hits, it seems as if it is super powerful and going to last forever or that it's always that way, even if none of the above are actually all that true. At least now I understand that the urge does pass, life does go on, and it's really not always even a struggle, even in the days beyond the good old Chantix days (though it's not like all of those days were quite easy, either).
This morning seems to be more of the same, so I'm doing a lot of breathing, but it actually feels pretty good. Maybe I'll end the day more balanced or centered or some kind of thing like all that. Or maybe not. No promises.