One Week

One week without smoking and I think I'm in better shape mentally and physically than I have been in years. To help assuage the pangs, I've been trying to walk about 5 miles a day; this week I did it 5 times, the other days, I buried myself in my gardens, adding manure and slow release fertilizer and toting watering cans from the back yard to the front gardens. I do this for a few reasons: 1) it's exercise, 2) instead of emptying Caroline's little pool onto the ground, I fill the watering cans and bring them around to the front to water, usually about 15 trips, and 3) it keeps my hands busy so I don't eat as much. I have also realized one of the really weird things about my smoking is that very few people knew I smoked. My parents, my best friend, my husband, and very few others; I didn't usually smoke in public during the day on errands, didn't smoke in the car; so basically my question is why did I bother? Who knows, but I'm done with it and it feels good. I am still taking things one day at a time because with any addiction you just never know, but in my heart and soul, I feel done with it today.