Meadow
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- May 27, 2014
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Yay, you, you're doing great!
I was an enthusiastic smoker for maybe twenty years; you know how some smokers say they hate smoking and wish they could quit because, well, they really hate it? That wasn't me. I loved smoking. One morning I got up, it was winter, windows closed, house stunk, and I realized I actually was as stupid as people had been telling me I was. After I'd gone about three hours I knew I was going to make it and decided that even if I was facing a firing squad I wouldn't ask for a cigarette. I did get patches, and I always had a drinking straw or something similar to fidget with since I am a nervous fidgeter. I gathered up all the packs around the house (I had lots because I had one in every room, at every table and desk) and put them out of sight but I didn't get rid of them, and I always carried a pack with me when I went out. I know that sounds counter-intuitive, especially since I just finished saying I wouldn't smoke if I was going to be shot, but I didn't want to get into some panicked state and start obsessing about a smoke. I heard about some guy who carried cigarettes for decades after he'd quit, I know for some people that would be a bad idea, but it's a comfort thing, I guess. I did gain weight, which didn't seem fair because, weirdly, I lost my taste for sweets and didn't think I was eating more than I had been. I did develop a real fondness for Vegemite and very flavorful things for a while though so either it's the Vegemite or a trick of metabolism that got me.
Anyway, that was me. The main thing I wanted to say was that YOU - your being, personality, soul, spirit, whatever you want to call it - are bigger and stronger than the pesky individual habits and desires. It sounds like you're figuring that out for yourself so you're on your way. You do have to keep your guard up but I found that the times between urges for a smoke would get longer and longer and each time you resist it gets easier. Again - yay you!
I was an enthusiastic smoker for maybe twenty years; you know how some smokers say they hate smoking and wish they could quit because, well, they really hate it? That wasn't me. I loved smoking. One morning I got up, it was winter, windows closed, house stunk, and I realized I actually was as stupid as people had been telling me I was. After I'd gone about three hours I knew I was going to make it and decided that even if I was facing a firing squad I wouldn't ask for a cigarette. I did get patches, and I always had a drinking straw or something similar to fidget with since I am a nervous fidgeter. I gathered up all the packs around the house (I had lots because I had one in every room, at every table and desk) and put them out of sight but I didn't get rid of them, and I always carried a pack with me when I went out. I know that sounds counter-intuitive, especially since I just finished saying I wouldn't smoke if I was going to be shot, but I didn't want to get into some panicked state and start obsessing about a smoke. I heard about some guy who carried cigarettes for decades after he'd quit, I know for some people that would be a bad idea, but it's a comfort thing, I guess. I did gain weight, which didn't seem fair because, weirdly, I lost my taste for sweets and didn't think I was eating more than I had been. I did develop a real fondness for Vegemite and very flavorful things for a while though so either it's the Vegemite or a trick of metabolism that got me.
Anyway, that was me. The main thing I wanted to say was that YOU - your being, personality, soul, spirit, whatever you want to call it - are bigger and stronger than the pesky individual habits and desires. It sounds like you're figuring that out for yourself so you're on your way. You do have to keep your guard up but I found that the times between urges for a smoke would get longer and longer and each time you resist it gets easier. Again - yay you!