Week Anniversary

I made it seven days. SEVEN days!

And while on vacation with my family (a time-honored source of stress), no less!

I'm pretty darn proud of myself. There's been no fanfare--nobody has said congratulations or patted me on the back (not even Brian--he gets kind of distant and goes into himself around my family sometimes). So it's up to me to be proud of myself--and I am.

I spent a lot of yesterday alone. My mom had a shower to go to (i was invited--but seeing as I'd never met the bride or her mom, I opted out) and my brother, dad, and husband played golf all afternoon. I took myself to a movie ("Million Dollar Baby"--it was beautiful!) and hung out with the doggies. I had a relaxing time, I guess.

I tell you what--Day six and seven were the toughest yet. I was really emotional and shakey. It wasn't like I wanted to run out and buy cigarettes and smoke them...I was just totally uncomfortable in my own skin and didn't feel good in any situation. It totally sucked. I was really angry, too. Angry and sad...it was weird.

It's probably because I don't have any support system in place here. I haven't gone to any meetings and Brian (who's usually a great support system in and of himself) is in vacation-with-my-family mode--a little distant and withdrawn.

Anyway, I'm okay...but I'm looking forward to talking to friends and program people and hearing the words of encouragement, love, and support that I need. That'll be good for me.

I think it's funny that my parents aren't totally excited and supportive about my quitting smoking. They are quite the opposite--they are clearly uncomfortable whenever I share how long it's been or how I'm feeling. They just get quiet and clearly don't want to hear or talk about it.

Anyway, time to go write Easter cards. Spring is coming! And I can't wait!!

One week is a good anniversary. Three weeks will be better, because I've never made it that long without slipping. :)