Day 3 - evening
Home again. The afternoon flew past. Went out for a decaf but didn't even have a pastry. Felt very righteous.
Walked through the front door to the sounds of yelling tonight. Quite justified actually. Daughter had spilt milk everywhere. She flouted conventional wisdom and stood by the white puddle sobbing.
Wife went off to yoga and I snacked rather unrestrainedly. Saucisson, bread, cheese. I know I was stuffing my face but it felt more sophisticated than a bag of Wotsits.
The physical pangs have diminished a lot. It's quiet in my lungs. Too quiet. I feel very vulnerable to starting again out of sheer boredom rather than any craving.
Tomorrow will be a challenge. I'm going to a birthday drink for BD. He says he's giving up on Saturday but that won't help me tomorrow. Alcohol will spell the end of resolve. I think I'll have to resort to the Cuban. I can't see another way.
Walked through the front door to the sounds of yelling tonight. Quite justified actually. Daughter had spilt milk everywhere. She flouted conventional wisdom and stood by the white puddle sobbing.
Wife went off to yoga and I snacked rather unrestrainedly. Saucisson, bread, cheese. I know I was stuffing my face but it felt more sophisticated than a bag of Wotsits.
The physical pangs have diminished a lot. It's quiet in my lungs. Too quiet. I feel very vulnerable to starting again out of sheer boredom rather than any craving.
Tomorrow will be a challenge. I'm going to a birthday drink for BD. He says he's giving up on Saturday but that won't help me tomorrow. Alcohol will spell the end of resolve. I think I'll have to resort to the Cuban. I can't see another way.
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