Now, I know that back in my Chantix days as a newly quit non-smoker I'd posted about how I'd reclaimed the balcony as mine all smoke-free mine to enjoy and that there was no smoke monster living out there to force me to smoke. True enough, I didn't go out there and somehow magically find myself smoking, but it was definitely my first thought, even now.
Apparently the mindset of the former smoker me is still there, but it's fine, though, because each day behind me not smoking is another bit of strength continuing forward, and it is *nothing* like the struggle in the beginning. I'm confident I'll make it to bedtime without smoking, and it probably won't even be difficult. It's all still one day at a time here. Piece of cake (mmm... cake).