I mentioned the other day that as of November 1, I was giving up "C." It has been brutal. So far I have been strong, although Tuesday night I almost slipped. Temptation was right in front of me, and I so wanted to succumb.
But even though I won that battle, I can't stop thinking about it. My urges are stronger than ever; they permeate my thoughts. How on earth do people ever give stuff up?
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