It’s odd how those little habitual things dig at you. A day back working in the office today. Lots of my colleagues smoke and normally I would be joining them outside, regardless of the weather. Today, I’m not.
Most of the time this is no big hardship. I even joined them a couple of times just for the chat and standing there, not smoking, as they puffed away, seemed easy, almost natural. I half expected me to be watching them take a drag with “envious eyes”, it really wasn’t like that.
The post lunch smoke was a different matter altogether. Damn. Blast. Bugger.
Three minute cravings? B****cks. More like fifteen.
Yet it passed, I’m fine and feel better for resisting.