Yay! Got past the famous, dreaded Day 3. I ate like a crazy person and slept fitfully last night, but I got through it. I also treated myself to a visit with a friend for sushi dinner at her house in the country (Redmond, WA). Her kids are maybe the most adorable kids ever, so…… Continue reading Day 4.
Hi again. I just wanted to let you all know that I cannot stop stuffing my face with food things today. It’s 12:45 pm here in Seattle, and I’ve already eaten one big bowl (three servings) of oatmeal with brown sugar and pecans and half and half. Then a bowl of leftover pickled green bean…… Continue reading Day 3 still, and, ummm…
I’m told that it takes around 3 days to get “all the nicotine” out of your system. So, today’s the day to be done with nicotine in my bloodstream. Day 3 is also famous for being the hardest day of all. OK – so will it be easier from tomorrow onward? We’ll see. So far,…… Continue reading Day 3.
Checking in on Day Two (2) of my nicorette gum withdrawals… I am currently drinking my coffee, wishing I could chew a piece of nicorette gum with it. The feeling of emptiness is somehow excruciating without being physically painful. I know intellectually that withdrawal and cravings go away (from my experience quitting drinking). But, like…… Continue reading Day two.
For the first couple of months of what turned out to be my longest stint sober, I didn’t have this blog set up. I didn’t document how I felt each day, moment, or milestone. And I definitely didn’t document every single attempt prior to my “last” day one. I remember a lot of the early…… Continue reading Day 1, quitting nicotine.
I think I might be slipping into a bad, dark space. 500 days sober tomorrow, and all I keep thinking is: that’s a stupid date marker. I’ve never considered 500 days to be a meaningful amount for anything. It’s not equivalent to anything important that I’ve done or experienced in my life. It’s just an…… Continue reading 500 days sober tomorrow.
I’ve been feeling really blue since my 44th birthday on Monday. I feel isolated, and I’ve been crying suddenly at pretty much anything, but most often when I see past years’ birthday party photos crop up on Facebook (stupid f$%^ing FB). I used to love my birthday. I loved hosting big parties with cases and…… Continue reading What I miss.