My dad, the wise man that he is, said in regard to my attempts to quit smoking, “The absolute number is zero”. I’m sure it is a quote from someone else, since my dad is no mathematician. However, he speaks the truth. As of just before bedtime on Friday November 9th, I was able to not have a single cigarette for a solid week. However, some stress and anxiety that came up over the weekend mixed with forgetting to put on my patch and resulted in my nearly immediately going to the gas station to buy cigarettes. I smoked a couple and then threw the pack away. After doing this with 4 packs over 2 days, I gotta re-evaluate things a bit and figure out my triggers again. Admittidly, being very sick last week helped me stop. I didn’t go out at all hardly. Perhaps it isn’t so much the stress and the overwhelming nature of things. Hmm. Things to think about indeed.
