On the battlefield – quitting smoking Part 2

This is my 12th day since I quit smoking. Not the first time I try to quit, but I got a good feeling about it. The first days were a bitch, which came as no surprise. There were moments when I couldn’t sit still, had zero concentration. Fortunatly that only lasted for short whiles during the first days. Now I feel fine, but still think about smoking several times a day. I guess I’ll do that for some time to come.

How long does it take until you know you’ll make it? I know 12 days isn’t the answer, but it would be nice to know how long you’re in battle and when you know the battle is won. Now my big fears are seeing someone lighting a cigarette in front of me & someone asking me if I want a cigarette.

I want to come to the stage when I can think of myself of someone who once used to smoke, instead of someone who is quitting. Then there are those who say any addiction is too easy to pick up again… Cheerfull bastards, huh? I once went without cigarettes for 3-4 months and started again for the simple reason of an ex (the boyfriend at the time) wondered if I wanted a pack of cigarettes as we were buying groceries… Damn sadist.

But I must say it’s not hard to quit if you stay clear of temptations. And we all know life is filled with temptations. Willpower and a mindset to never give in, that’s what I’m going to battle prepared with. Wish me luck!

A walk down a familiar road

The much loved autumn is here, colorful and magnificent!

 

One of the two darling cats I’m babysitting in Gävle.

 

This month I’m living in my sister’s apartment, babysitting the two cats and a cute rabbit. It’s fun to adjust my habits to a city I moved away from many years ago. I basically only come here when I visit my sister. It’s interesting to revisit places I’v spent quite much time in the past. I see things with new eyes and it makes me appriciate where I come from and what this city did for me as I grew up. Gävle is a great city to grow up in, my problem is just that it wasn’t a great city for me to live in as an adult. I grew out of it.

Spending a month here alone, as an adult, makes me feel more confident that I made the wright decicion when I moved to Örebro some almost five years ago. But I nolonger feel resentment. I nolonger feel I grew up in the wrong place. Gävle was good, it still is. I feel one month alone here is just what I need to refill my brain with appriceation and memories.