I just arrived home from a trip to see my elderly father-in-law and I feel pleasant. I am finishing the second bowl of pipe tobacco as I write this. It is, yes, pleasant, but it is not the amazing event I was sort of anticipating. That may be a pretty damn good thing in reality. Now that I am on day 10 of my journey, it seems different than my previous attempt at refraining. Previously, I was acutely aware of every moment without my pipe, an. I longed to be reunited with it on those days I allowed it. This time, the previous seven days were not so rough.
It was not a chore to refrain like it was previously, nor was it a joyful epiphany to again engage with the pipe. It was nice, but it did not feel mandatory!
I am actually a little bit eager to see what this next week of refraining will bring. If it is like the past week, I will be able to maintain my 97.5% reduction in consumption. Perhaps I will find it continuing to be fairly straight forward to do? That would be wonderful!
Perhaps an old dog CAN learn new tricks! I am not sure how to explain my success thus far, but I like it. It is nice that my desire for the pipe is not a 24/7 sort of thing this time thus far. Probably tomorrow will be a bit more challenging with it being Saturday and being also the day after indulging, but I am at least thinking it will be manageable, and I look to my desire to decline again like it did this week.