Wow…today has gone pretty good. Dinner tasted great, and I’m sure most of that is because of my awesome cooking skills and my amazing modesty, but now I’m wondering if it wasn’t also because we haven’t smoked anything since Tuesday. No cheating, and I didn’t really think about it. There was a moment, when J and I were in the baby’s room, changing him.
Me: I really want a cigarette. (saying this while wiping baby’s butt :p)
J: Yeah, me too. (I found this immediate agreement weird for some reason)
J: yes….Why? (he gives me a sort of searching look)
J: Do you…
Me: No, I don’t have any. I haven’t cheated since we cheated together. (lol)
J: No, I didn’t say you cheated, but I was expecting you to pull out a pack, like an emergency reserve or something.
Me: No way! If I had that stashed away, it’d be gone by now anyway!
My husband doesn’t trust me, and I mean that in a nice way. I always am the one to break down, he’s the good one. But so far, haven’t bought a pack in over a week, and feeling okay. I’ve heard that you continue to have cravings for pretty much the rest of your life, they just get less and less frequent. Maybe I’ll start smoking again when I’m like, 90, since it won’t matter then.
(picture says: Tastes 31% sweeter)