Ugh!

That's one of my symptoms of quitting today. I feel very tired, a little bit yuk, some parts of me feel a bit ugghhh, and there are other parts of me feeling urk. This is all rolled up into a general feeling of blegh. If I was smoking I wouldn't feel blegh. I can balance this in the great scales, however, by remembering that if I was still smoking, I might have a migraine (haven't had one since I stopped, not even a hint of one). So, in general, I'll take the blegh, even if the feeling of torpor and lassitude associated with it is a bit disheartening.

So I'll post the meter, even though it's now getting to the stage where not much appears to change between flashes.

One week, six days, 7 hours, 43 minutes and 27 seconds. 399 cigarettes not smoked, saving £109.90. Life saved: 1 day, 9 hours, 15 minutes.

Although it will flip to 400 not smoked soon, but I don't know when. 20 packets not smoked. I can just imagine a tower of 20 Silk Cut packets. It's nice to know I've not smoked them.

Be nice to not feel blegh as well, though.