Week three!

Hospital helicopter landing site!

Well, in just a little over an hour, I have not had a ciggie for three weeks.

I don't want one either but I do. I think I won't have one but the craving is still there. I think I am on just willpower now.

It's strange, feel like I have lost a good friend, miss them. They were my companions for over 45 years. I suppose after all that time, they will be missed.

Worked tonight, too busy to think about cigs. It's when I am bored or just sitting about that it "gets" to me.

Yes, I should get a new interest, but what? Too cold or wet to go for long walks as I am a wimp.

Can't find any sewing classes, don't fancy going to a club every week, you know, Keep Fit or anything like that. I really hate to commit myself to a certain time or place. Had enough of that while I worked.

My own fault isn't it? Ahh well, I will keep going! The struggle MUST get better soon, surely?