Man, speaking of tolerance breaks...some of this may apply to your situation or give you some insight.
The last few mornings I've been changing my daily routine and trying not to smoke before the afternoon. I originally planned on stopping completely, but the last few days I've tried to stick to my plan I've caved. I guess I just don't have the strongest willpower, but it's hard to say no to something when you have it there to smoke and you really want to. Keeping a clear and focused head while at work has made me feel a bit better overall and I've noticed I don't reach for the bong first thing when I get home these last few days. I realized...the more I smoked earlier in the day (ie: morning before work) the more I wanted to smoke later. If I can just hold off until later in the afternoon each day I can probably cut the amount I smoke in half. This may work for you too if you're one of those people who smokes constantly like myself.
Someone said something in another thread a while back...normal is what we feel 51% of the time. If you're high more than that cut back some and maybe you won't feel a need for a tolerance break at all. I can certainly say for a fact that I feel
abnormal these last few morning being sober, but that's because I'm not used to it. That alone was a huge wake-up call to me.
But why quit something you enjoy? I don't want to completely quit because I've discovered that herb helps keep me sane and happy. Yes, it's a crutch, but so are everyone else's perscription drugs
and their excuses. Part of me says no because of money, tolerance, and self-commitment issues, yet the other part screams yes out of a love for being high and intolerable boredom. One side says to quit because I'm an "addict", the other side says there's no need to quit for fear of addiction because it's impossible.
I live in a small little pathetic excuse for a town where the only things to do are go to the movies, go bowling, or stand in front of Wal-Mart. I wish I was exaggerating, but I'm not. Sometimes I feel like I've hit that point of being the aimless stoner and yet then I look around at my enviornment and realize that this town is far more dead than I'll ever be even after I'm in the ground.
And that's another thing...a change of sceney when you smoke can make for a huge difference. These last six months I've been smoking almost everyday in the same room in the exact same chair. (Minus times with friends smoking of course!) After moving into a new place this past week I can't smoke indoors anymore. Smoking outside is a different experience and it changes the feeling of the high.
At this point I'd almost say that my relationship with weed is purely psychological. I can hardly remember life before it, but that alone makes me question if maybe cutting back isn't a bad idea. I'm not going to quit something I enjoy completely though because otherwise I'll just be a slave to my will forever.