Day 1
Day 1. 7:43 As I’m about to throw away my pack of tabacco, I feel a slight pang of desire in my stomach. Although the feeling starts in my gut, it mostly affects my brain; which is starting to ferociously negotiate terms where it would be acceptable for me to smoke. Nonetheless, my motivations being strong enough (right now at least), I will throw out my tabacco. Now, I have a difficult choice. I can either throw it away in my apartment bin where I risk fishing it out as soon as the urge to smoke strikes again, or I can throw it in an outside bin on my way to work, in which case I may cave as soon as I step outside (as that is my routine). By convincing myself that if i can’t resist smoking for the 20 meters that go from my dooor to the closest city-bin, then I really am not ready for stopping, I choose the second option. Plus, that way, I’m postponing the decision making, which makes it easier. I’m seriously doubting my resolve. As I’m about to give up, an...