Day 1, 7 am. So Far, So Good

It's only been 7 hours since I haven't had a cigarette, but I'm starting to feel better in some ways already. In other ways not as much. Kind of a very low-level agitation that comes and goes or flits across my emotional radar. Very inconsequential. But I've got no headache, and my breathing is more relaxed, and of course my heart isn't racing like a dragster. 

I believe it was Jack Trimpy who defined addiction (in part, at least) as an ambivalence. You want to give the behavior up, and you still want to keep doing it. One way, possibly the only way, to give up an addiction, is when the addict finds he doesn't want to use more than he wants to use. I believe that feeling-not wanting to use more than I want to use-is the foundation upon which all the other feelings and the tools I use to quit rest upon. I need to eat something and go for a bikeride. Toodles.