OK, I’m now nicotine free for 70 hours. Close enough to 72. I’ve gained 3 pounds, though I suspect that’s more pms than any outrageous eating. Yesterday morning was the only outrageous eating. I ate a croissant, a hot dog, a burrito, and ice cream, all within about 4 hours. Then I came home, slept off my food coma, then went for a walk for about an hour and a half before it got dark. That was kind of my version of a binge. The rest of the night, I ate a piece of ww baguette with peanut butter, a grapefruit, a large cup of pink wine, and two manderins. Today I return to normal eating. I go to kickboxing, maybe some weird class called Grace and willPower (though probably not), and then I bike out to park, maybe to see cute ex-coworker, maybe to play board games in a cafe, maybe to see art, maybe eat sushi.
So for today, at least, I have a grip. After about another week, I won’t feel too many physical symptoms anymore (except randomly, or when I breathe it in for prolonged periods). In about a month, life will return to normal, just as a non-smoker.
Now I just gotta get off of this plateau. Truthfully, the scale isn’t very useful when I’m all pmsy, I will stay off for the next week. I’m not so happy that I will have to get a little more disciplined with eating, but that’s life as a non-smoker. My grandpa used to say that there’s absolutely NO reason for a person to be a smoker and overweight, but he certainly was both.