It might be sitting at home reading a newpaper, or taking a walk in the woods, on holiday sitting on the beach, on my way to work.. the place may be different, but the situation is always the same.
The sudden realisation that between my forefinger and second finger I am holding a lit cigarette. My mouth feels dirty and foul.. I must have smoked at least some of it. I feel that I have let myself down, I have let my family down as they have put up with my moodiness since quitting. I think about my quit - over 200 days and now it's time to reset my Meter - to ZERO. I contemplate what I will write to the SSC and how new Quitters might react.
Then, just like the kid who cannot bear being chased by the monster anymore, I wake up, in a hot sweat, scared and relieved at the same time.
I have this dream every couple of weeks and although I know that I won't smoke, it is a regular 'wake up call' which serves as a reminder as to how bad I would feel if I really did 'slip'.
Mr Ed :)
[B]My Milage:[/B]
[B]My Quit Date: [/B] 2/13/2006
[B]Smoke-Free Days:[/B] 280
[B]Cigarettes Not Smoked:[/B] 8,414
[B]Amount Saved:[/B] �2100
[B]Life Gained:[/B]
[B]Days:[/B] 46 [B]Hrs:[/B] 18 [B]Mins:[/B] 10 [B]Seconds:[/B] 57