A week has past in my journey. A journey that is similar to a road race but one that has no finish line, yet every “kilometer” is an achievement in itself.
During the past week there were times when the cravings would seem sooooooo unbearable! Some days it felt like running an easy 5 kilometer training run, some days it’d be what I would imagine running a marathon would feel like. You don’t want to give in, but some part of your brain keeps on telling you to surrender.
Quoted from a friend who also stopped smoking, “the first 3 weeks feels like torture”. That’s exactly how I felt the past week. I would just try to focus my mind to ignore the urges and look for something to keep me occupied.
This is about the hardest thing that I have ever done in my whole life.
Now on my 8th day of being smoke-free, I breathe easier when I run and it seems that my lungs are full of oxygen. I have more energy even in the busiest and stressful days at work. I don’t smell like an ashtray anymore. I’ve started eating fruits and desserts. A lot of good things are happening all at once.
I don’t want to let my family watch me suffer from a smoking-related disease when I’m old, so it makes me smile thinking that I have done all that I can do to avoid it.
It’s only been a few days but I feel that I have already achieved what I should have done so long ago.