It was the drink with the co-worker, I was surrounded by cigarettes, had to have one. And unlike food, where I can “screw up” and pick up right where I left off, smoking doesn’t seem to work that way for me. Bummer. So now I don’t know whether I should try again, or wait until I visit the parents in May. I know how bad and wrong it is, but I can’t help thinking that I should wait until I lose this 15 pounds I’m determined to lose, then quit. I’m quite sure I can maintain my weight, much less confident on my ability to lose. Very disappointing, indeed. I may quit again tomorrow, or within a few days, and I’m going to have to be much stricter about alcohol. Hard to do when I’m trying to start dating someone who wants to go for drinks, but I may have to be determined here. He likes dogs, too, maybe we can walk the dog instead. I hate this.