MY second designated quit day came and went, with no effort on my part to stop smoking.
I blame the pressure. Yes, pressure from all those non-smokers who are constantly moaning at me. "But you did so well, Belinda. Don't give up now."
Easier said than done. You see, I still have vivid memories of those first few days after I quit. They weren't days I'm going to easily volunteer to repeat. The craving for a cigarette is, in my opinion, very similar to a hunger pang. It's not just a notion in the brain; it's a physical sensation in the upper gut, just below the chest. And it's horrible.
Meanwhile, I'm short of breath, stink of smoke and haven't got any money.
Designated Quit Day 3 is looming!
Watch this space.