So Sunday morning I woke up and had no cigarrettes. This should've been a good thing. I told myself, "Ok gas and cigarrettes are going up daily in Indiana, it's time to give one of them up." So the obvious choice is smoking.
I made it all the way until 3:00 p.m. Then I found myself walking across the street to the gas station to buy more. I felt guilty, but I gave in to the urge.
So now I sit on a half smoked pack and feel guilty with every one that I smoke.
Why do I love smoking so much? It is because I started smoking at the age of 11 and am so thoroughly addicted? Is it because I fear the possibility of weigh gain with quitting? I've been adding and adding to the scale lately and am just disgusted by it. That's a whole different blog.
For now........I'll just sit and feel guilty over this pack of smokes I have. Tomorrow is a different day and maybe we can try this quitting thing again?