I have a confession to make...
I am a smoker. I was a smoker. I have been smoke free for 48 hours now. 2 days, and giving up is one of the hardest things I've ever done.
For a long time I've been kinda a closet smoker, I don't smoke (or didn't smoke I should say!) in public, apart from at work, as I hated being one of those mums who'd stand next to the car puffing away while their baby was strapped inside, I felt so guilty the couple of times I actually did it, and I was sick of being looked down upon by others.
I feel good for the most part about doing this, my physical withdrawl symptoms aren't too bad, but to be honest, I feel like I've lost my best friend. I feel like I'm grieving for something, I don't know what to do with myself really, it's such a weird feeling.
I am writing this to help myself, every time I feel like a cigarette I will find this post and read it. I am doing this for my son, I lost my dad when I was 18 to smoking related cancer, he was only 56, and yet I still chose to smoke for another 10 years. This is it. I'll be damned if I let my son go through the pain of losing a parent at such a young age like I did.
Anyway, thanks for reading, and feel free to leave messages of support if you like, I'm sure they're definitely going to help me when I'm reaching breaking point :)
xxx