The title pretty much says it. It is my birthday today. And by this day at the start of my Non-Smoker journey, I wanted to be there. I wanted this journey done. But alas… I’ve been bad.
The week of the 15th things started going downhill because my family’s only car had alternator/tension rod issues. That ended the week with a mechanic’s bill.
And as for this week, there was a health concern with my oldest dog, which means I automatically started fearing she’d have to be put down. My husband and I were losing sleep, and seriously afraid. This dog is our family’s first dog. She’s 11. Things start getting a little scarier and very serious at this doggy age. In the end, it was something that we thankfully stopped from getting worse and she’ll recover (though she might have relapses).
So with all the above… I haven’t been the most settled soul. I’ve been all over the place emotionally (well, in the negative at least). I started slipping. On my worse day I had 6 or 8 smokes. I was all over the place, but not once did I go back to my usual 20-30 a day (I’m pretty sure I never made it over 8, and if I did it was only to 10 at most).
Anyways, I’m back at smoking 2 a day. (Same times as before.) And last night I got told some encouraging stuff. My husband is freaked out. See we have money, a considerable amount of money. He was worried he didn’t pay a bill or something. Yeah. That right there made me feel bad for slipping and not being at my goal yet. However, it also encourages me not to give up.
Despite having more to say, I’ll leave it at that (it is my birthday and I have things to do — Nothing exciting really, but still got things). Please, keep encouraging me. I’m still trying. Not giving up.