My throat is rough today. I had five cigarettes last night - along with wine, beer and loud talking.
Last night I was worried that I would want to smoke again today. However, I do a mental check. Brain to body: Cigarettes? Body to brain: No way, José!
I am safe. I feel rough, but at least I don't have that nagging cigarette thing again.
I go for a run. I need to clear my lungs out. I can feel that old feeling in my body - like there is smoke in my bloodstream, or something. I realise that I've actually been feeling a lot better than I thought, but the change has been gradual over a few weeks so I didn't really notice it.
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