So its been 8 days. I can’t say that I haven’t had the urge, can’t say that I haven’t acted on those. Yes it is indeed true, I have had two, count them, 1, 2 cigarettes since I quit smoking. Don’t frown yet, because there are a few more details you need to know.

One was given to my by Madison as a last resort cigarette, one that you would put in a red box with a sheet of glass in front. This cigarette was to be used in the event of an emergency. I know it sounds stupid, but for all you smokers, you can relate. Well, I couldn’t help it, I had to taste it, I had to light it up and feel that rush again. I broke the glass and went outside to smoke that cigarette because I was stressed out. Stressed out over having 1 cigarette and not smoking it. The first drag was horrible. It tasted like something foreign and disgusting. The receptors that had once begged for the drug were now rejecting it. The second drag was even worse. I threw the cigarette away and went back inside. The second instance was much like the first.

So therefore, I have determined that if my body can continue to reject the sensations, I will be clear and out of the woods in a few months. The big test will be in September when alcohol gets involved in the mix.