I can't believe a whole week has passed since the day I let out the last puff of cigarette. In a way it feels fast, as how time flies; in another way, it's like years apart, my life with smoking as part of it has become more and more blurry. On my way I see people standing around or walking, with cigarettes between their fingers daily. But now I no longer have much emotion when seeing so. It's someone smoking. That's it.

I suppose that's an important step forward, to detach smoking from my world, especially in a spiritual way. My body still has that urge, though very occasionally, the spot above my stomach will get twisted inside. What I do now that can relieve it is to take a deep breath, it actually works, to untie the knot.

But it is my mind that matters more. When it can treat cigarette as just an ordinary daily goods, like a cup of coffee, like a pint of beer, it will not need it anymore.

Suddenly it feels like talking about ex boyfriends. The moment you know you are over someone who used to be compulsory in your life is when you treat him indifferently with everyone else.

So, week 1 is now ticked off. Things start to get easier and more stable. No weight gain. Some drastic mood swings.

And I think I've done pretty well.