still hanging in there

I very nearly had a fag last night. I even had a pack in my pocket, but I managed - just - to prevent myself. I focused on the idea of the illusion - smoking is a kind of lie, the sense of satisfaction after a puff is a kind of lie, the craving is just another lie - and thought of the currently rather abstract advantages instead - lower heart rate, prolonged life, cleaner hair and skin etc etc. It kind of worked.