Diary of a Quitter: Day 1

Today is the day. I'm quitting smoking. This is the hardest thing I've ever done. I'm a mass of quivering nerves, churning gut and shaking hands.

It's been 9 hours since my last cigarette. I want one so badly; I can't even put it into words. I've smoked for almost 18 years and I don't know what to do with myself.

It's not just the nicotine addiction, although that's quite the bitch. I don't know what to do with my hands. I don't know how to take a break without a cigarette in my hand. What will I do on hot summer days, when the sun beats down and there's a book waiting to be read?

Day one, this sucks.