I woke up feeling rather normal, as if cigarette is not a known existence in this world.
Till I was approaching the Hoxton.
I got so used to having a cigarette before entering the staff entrance every morning and now it's just like all other habits I'd developed through the years that were related to smoking.
Coffee with a cigarette.
Whisky with a cigarette.
Lazy afternoon with a cigarette.
Reading a book with a cigarette.
Too many to count.
But now what? Given my personal experience, I'm fully aware that it's the psychological tie with smoking the toughest to cut.
I got to change those habits completely. Which is not much less than changing my lifestyle all together. I need something to fill in the gap once cigarette is out of the scene.
So I started to crave for food... The desire was so strong that I could only give in, I have been stressed out, hating my weakness while buried in the worry of gaining weight.
Today was not easy, the world is still against me and it's only getting worse.
