One week in
So I quit last week after 17 years. Partly bc I got bronchitis & it scared the shit out of me to not be able to breathe well. Another motivating factor is I need to find a job & study for potential drug tests.
I guess I have been blessed or whatever bc I don’t think I’ve experienced any physical withdrawal stuff. The only thing that has changed so far is that I keep having dreams, which I hate bc they’re more like mundane bullshit nightmares.
Today I woke up in a foul mood & it was the first day since not smoking that I was like, damn one hit off a bowl would be a total attitude adjustment.