Day 4, and I still haven't had a cigarette. Nope. I didn't plan to quit; it just kind of happened organically.
I've been peeved about the price of a pack of cigarettes (almost $10/pack in the city). I've been peeved about the fact that Virginia Slims seems to have no quality control whatsoever, and one pack never tastes the same as the one before. I've started in on my seasonal smoker's hack. I've been thinking I really ought to quit.
Thursday night I smoked the last one in the pack.
Friday morning I got up, realized I was out of cigarettes and decided that I would try to make it through just one day of not smoking. Friday worked, so I did the same on Saturday. Saturday worked, so I did the same on Sunday. Yes, there's certainly a pull in the middle of my chest from time to time. No, it's not awful. (Yet.)
I must really want to quit this time, as I woke with a start in the middle of the night, realizing that I had inadvertently lit up a cigarette in my dreams and it set off a panic attack.
No patches, no gum, no pills, no excuses. I'm just going to take this one day at a time.