It's been a while for me, but I still cant go 2 weeks without a breif but powerful craving for a yum stick of the sweet smokey cancerous death (tm). Even though my "adult brain" knows I cant stand the smell of them (trying to chat with someone while they're smoking leaves me powerful nauseated), that "toddler brain" is all GIMME.
One thing that gets me
through them, is to mentally picture where the nearest store is that I could
buy some, and confirm that I have money to do so, transportation to get there, etc etc. It kinda ties together with that feeling we all felt, when we smoked our last .... out of our packs...you instantly craved, just because you knew you didnt have them. Reassuring myself I have access to cancer sticks seems to calm the panic for a few minutes until it passes.
Now I just gotta figure out how to calm the panic of my
batteries fading, but my other batts arent fully charged yet. Feels like I'm playing chicken with each puff!