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Why it is worth it to me. I quit because of health reasons. Addicts keep doing something despite evidence of harm and I was harming myself. "Who me"? Thirty years is the length of time that smoking takes for most of us before the true costs shows up and I was well past that number. I went from being told that cigarettes' are harmful to seeing it happen to people I loved and then having a doctor tell me to stop taking in toxic substances. It is worth it now because I am no longer constrained by my need to feed on nicotine. It was nicotine dependency that drove the desire. In the early days my DH smoking in in the car made me want one. Later on when my brain receptors for nicotine were no longer active the smell of smoke was not attractive, it was horrible. Something I was dependent on is now something I prefer to avoid. The pay offs are many. Time, money, cleanliness. I am not so worried when I go to the doctor. My dentist and his hygienists complement me on my mouth. My eye doctor is proud of me. More money to spend on nice eye glasses. I can not brag about getting here to quickly. My sister quit on her first try. The sister who smoked two packs a day. She said she watched me struggle and she was not going to put herself through that. She went cold turkey and knocked it out of the park. The first thing she bought was a winter coat. She had not had a new one in years. Now she buys herself something every month. She knows it was worth it. It took me longer but I am here now and you could not pay me to go back. It is doable. It is worth it.
MONDAY! A fresh start to the week! For those of us like me who had a crappy last week, this is very nice news :) Gorgeous fall weather is the bonus! Unlike productive Shan, I still have most of my garden and all my flower beds to clean out, so I need to get my ass in gear!
Smoking will not be part of the agenda though. As adept as I learned to be doing things one-handed outside, I do a far better job with both and my lungs thank me for it! Maybe I'll finally have some time left over to do my 200 day Ramble I've been wanting to lol! I have learned much though I still have far to go, but the biggest one is the importance, the value of NOPE. It is THE non-negotiable ticket to Freedom Road. I have purchased mine & boarded the train - no going back now - who else is onboard??
Repost: Valid Excuses to Smoke
I wish I knew who wrote the following so I could give credit where credit is due.
Quitting is doable. Do not buy into the lies of addiction.
"I was stressed out, so I started smoking again." Oh? And smoking relieves that? Or are you just a stressed out drug addict? How do nonsmokers deal with stress? They don't shoot up with heroin and snort cocaine, right? (Well, most of them don't, anyway...)
"Everyone thinks I'm a grouch and they begged me to start smoking again." Oh? Were you purposely extraordinarily grouchy and did you give up your self control so that you could sabotage your quit? And even if people beg you to start smoking again, are they going to be the ones with lung cancer, emphysema, and a stoma? Chances are, most people would be more than happy to put up with a little bitchiness, in order to see you break this addiction in the long-run.
"I'm gaining weight so I started smoking again." So you're going to TRIPLE your chances of a heart attack by being an overweight smoker? Bravo... Bravo.... *applauding* That makes A LOT of sense! NOT!! Pfffft...
"It's just too hard and I'm tired of trying." Chemo-therapy is a real $@!#% too, but unless you want to die, you'll probably have to continue doing that. Much better if you can head it off by not smoking now. Having emphysema is hard: Like almost IMPOSSIBLE, when all you want to do is take a normal breath and you CAN'T."
"Quitting is just too depressing." And dying from cancer isn't? Seeing your family gathered around your bedside as you lay there in pain, doped to the gills, unable to say anything because you're so out of it: This is an easy thing? Oh.
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "It's taking too long! I can't stand this anymore!" So you are choosing to stop trying? Guess what? Lung cancer, emphysema, liver cancer, throat cancer, mouth cancer, breast cancer, uterine cancer, prostate cancer, lymphatic cancer: NONE of those are quick! Can you count on being lucky enough to have a heart attack or a stroke? And how long will those first nights and weeks and months and holidays feel for your family after you've succeeded in slowly killing yourself? In short, there is NO valid excuse to begin smoking again. If you are going to start smoking again, at least be honest enough to say, "I'm smoking again because this is what I have chosen for myself." But there are no valid reasons for smoking, and no valid excuses.
Sunday funday! Up and at it again. Hoping to get all carrots dug today. Way more than I thought. Thankfully my daughter and sil have been helping, DH is away! No time to smoke, join me for a sun filled, fun filled, no smoking Sunday!!!!
Repost: Steps in the Quit
Bit long, but some of it is bang on!
Quitting is doable.
Steps in the Quit
From MaddMaxx on 1/16/2004 1:51:44 PM
Do any of these steps of quitting sound familiar to you...?
1. Not interested in quitting at all. Hell, you're just getting started. Smoking is FUN! It demonstrates to the world how sophisticated and grown up you are now, and may even make that hunk who sits in the row just ahead of you notice you.
2. Parents catch you with a package of cigarettes in your purse, and in spite of your sincere denials, and perfectly believable story about how someone asked you to hold them in your purse for them, they refuse to believe you and confiscate them and threaten you with dire results if they catch you with cigarettes again. You resolve to be more careful, and leave your cigarettes cached under the cushion on the porch swing. A very small doubt enters your mind--maybe it would be easier not to smoke? Nah!
3. Your Uncle Tom walks into the malt shop just as you are demonstrating your skill at blowing smoke rings and French inhaling. He is not impressed. Your parents, however, when he calls them, are QUITE impressed. To the point where they ground you for the rest of the school year, and cut your allowance in half. Again, you consider keeping your solemn promise to your parents and actually not smoking anymore, but....Nah...you still need to look cool and sophisticated, and you are not going to let them boss YOU around. After all, you are almost 15!
4. You meet a really nice boy who doesn't smoke. So you gleefully throw your cigarettes in the river as the two of you cross over the bridge one sleepy Sunday afternoon. (That's the real truth about Billie Joe McCallister and the Talahatchee Bridge, by the way.) The romance sours, however, like most sophomore romances do, and in the first hurt of the break-up, the first thing you do is buy a pack of smokes. To SHOW him, or something.
5. You graduate from high school and head off to college. Quit smoking? NEVER! First of all, all the cool people smoke--only nerds and "goodie-goodies" don't, and God forbid anyone should think you are one of them. And now you notice something really cool! When you pull an all nighter, studying for that mid term or writing that term paper, smoking helps you THINK better. True! You can't think as well when you're not smoking.
6. You meet that certain someone--this is it. You get engaged and plan for the big day. Chances are, he's a smoker, too, and you may very well discuss quitting someday, to save for that European holiday or to buy a house.
7. Pregnant! WOW! Gotta quit. Because you KNOW that smoking can't be good for the baby. But the Doctor doesn't seem too concerned as long as you don't overdo, and you're feeling a little whoopsy in the mornings, and a cigarette seems to help that, and you're still working, so you've got so much to do, and as soon as you quit work you'll quit. But when you try, at the 7 months mark, it makes you so tense and uptight that you're sure THAT can't be good for the baby so you decide to quit as soon as he/she is born.
8. New Baby, no job, tight money, car payments, husband gets transferred...you want me to WHAT????? No way.
9. PREGNANT AGAIN. See above.
10. See Number 8 above.
11. Sink into soap opera hell. Speak in words of one syllable all day long. Tell husband to look at the "moo cows" on way to adult office party. Get depressed. Can't give up cigarettes now. Need to climb out of the baby trap.
12. Back to school. No way can you quit now--got to finish this paper, get the kids ready for school help them with homework, attend the seminar, do the group project, 4 loads of laundry--need to smoke to stay awake! Husband is making noises about quitting, but then he's taking up jogging, too. Who the Hell has time to bloody JOG????
13. Partner quits. Announces it is "EASY". "Hmnnn", one contemplates from the kitchen whilst clutching the paring knife firmly in one hand, "perhaps it IS easy, when all one has to do is go to one's nice clean office and sit at one's nice clean desk, and then come home and don one's nice clean jogging outfit THAT SOME STUPID BOOB WASHED FOR YOU...."...nevermind. You announce that you will quit smoking when you are ready. After all--you have no other vices, and in the back of your mind lurks a sneaking suspicion that if you quit smoking, your dress size will increase inversely as your consumption of cigarettes goes down. These are the days of Jane Fonda. )(May she rot in Saskatchewan) Given a choice between being a smoker in size 5 or a non-smoker in size 14, there is very little choice to make.
14. The kids come home from school and begin to lecture you on the evils of smoking. You begin to not exactly HIDE your smoking from them, but try to do it kind of away from where they are. For the first time, one of your kids announces: "Janet can't come and play here anymore 'cause Janet's mom won't let her play at houses where people smoke!"
"Good for Janet's Mom", you mutter, sitting on the john with the fan blowing full speed, blowing your smoke straight up in the air. "Didn't like the kid anyway. Had a smart mouth on her."
15. Visit the doctor for annual check up. He/she expresses surprise that you haven't quit smoking yet. You try to explain all the reasons why you just CAN'T quit right now, but in the end, beaten down by his/her superior position and logic, you agree that you will do it. Right then and there. You throw your package in the garbage can in the examining room and walk out--a better and healthier woman.
16. Two days later. You realize that you hate your doctor, you have ALWAYS hated your doctor, and that if you never saw him/her again it would be quite alright and even too soon, and besides the office is too far away, and its time you switched Doctors , and "Where are the Goddamned Car Keys so I can go to the corner Store!!??" Any smart remarks by family members on the resumption of smoking are met with vitriolic spite, and soon wither away.
17. You begin to notice a cough. A naggy little thing. It comes and goes, but maybe comes a little more often than it goes. You think about taking it to the Doctor, but guess what? You haven't GOT a doctor!
18. Get a new Doctor. Someone more understanding. Explain that you know you need to quit, and you really want to quit, because it is a bad example for your children, and , and and...could you please have that new chewing gum? You leave, armed with a prescription for nicorette, and a new determination.
19. Day one. Nicorette is vile. It is so vile that you cannot imagine why anyone would feel that chewing this **** is better than smoking. Margaret from across the street comes over. You bum one from her. Within 36 hours, you are sending your KIDS across the street to bum cigarettes from Margaret. This is too embarrassing. You buy Margaret a couple of packs, a couple of packs for yourself, and store the nicorette in the top of the high dresser drawer where the kids can't get it. Again, and comments from non-smoking family and friend are met with spite and malice.
20. Go to bookstore and check out self-help and Pop-psych sections. Spend $118.96 on books entitled variously: "Quit smoking in just one week", "I will show you how to quit". "Stopping the cigarette habit", "You, too, can quit smoking". Justify cost of books in terms of money saved by not smoking. Place books PROMINENTLY on bedside table. This process fills you with wonderful feelings of virtue and satisfaction. So much so, that you feel no real desire to actually read the books. Somehow having them there beside your little pillow is enough for now.
21. Flu season. You get it. You get it BAD. You get it BIG TIME. Other people have the flu. You have the Siberian Guaranteed Death Virus. --(Our motto: "Even if you don't die--- you will WANT to!") Three weeks after everyone else has recovered and is skiing or wallpapering or something, you are still coughing and hacking, and clawing at your chest after going up the escalator. Back to the Doctor.
22. Doctor expresses surprise that you have still not quit smoking. You assure him/her that you have cut down to practically nothing, and make a sincere and solemn promise to yourself EVEN AS THE WORDS LEAVE YOUR MOUTH to in fact, do so. Doctor suggests strongly that quitting will not only help with the virus from Hell, but will also do something about that sinus condition you seem to have had since 1972. You leave the office, clutching a prescription for a high test antibiotic and a pamphlet entitled "A Doctor's Guide to Smoking Cessation". Once in the car, you carefully place the pamphlet in the glove compartment where you will be sure to find it when you sell the car.
23. Your 40's approach. You find yourself drawn to television programs like "Trauma: Life in the ER", and "The Operation". The one where they remove a lung is especially enlightening. You decide once and for all, this is it. This has to happen now. Back to the Doctor.
24. Doctor expresses no surprise that you are still smoking. The little jerk obviously has no faith in you and your promises. Can you have a proper therapeutic relationship with someone like that? And besides, the office is too far away. Resolve to find another, more sympathetic doctor, one more tuned in to the stresses of your life, and further resolve to quit smoking, the INSTANT you find said doctor.
25. Husband announces he will no longer tolerate smoking in the car, the bedroom, the family room or the living room. You find yourself spending a great deal of time shivering on the patio, blowing smoke out the open kitchen window, and seated, fully clothed, on the john, fan going full blast, blowing smoke straight up in the air. On the odd occasion, you catch a glimpse of yourself in a mirror, real or mental, and wonder just where it all went wrong. You appeared, at one time, to have such promise....
26. Your workplace goes smoke free. Your brothers and sisters announce they will no longer tolerate smoking in their houses.
27. Your PARENTS announce they will no longer tolerate smoking in their house.
28. You notice your boss giving you a dirty look as he leaves the building through the side door, pushing his way past the crowd of smokers, waving his hand in front of his face in a futile gesture aimed at clearing the air. You give him a little sympathetic smile, but suspect that somehow he hasn't quite got the message you wanted to convey. Whatever that was.
29. New Years Party! Yaaaay! Husband announces it is being held at a non-smoking restaurant. WHOA! BACK THIS BUS UP, BUDDY! I SMOKE!
Long silence while you sulk for 3 days.
A decision is made. No, not the one you are all thinking. The decision reached after 3 days of mature contemplation is: "Piss on them. If I can't smoke, I'm not going!"
30. Husband goes to New Year's Eve party alone. (?) You stay home. At 9 p.m. you open a LARGE bottle of champagne and drink it all yourself while smoking 34 cigarettes, some of them simultaneously. You smoke in every room in the house, in defiance of edicts issued by sturmfuhrer Herr husband.
31. Husband returns early from party to sight of your flannel clad butt protruding from the powder room door as, with head in toilet, you sing your blues and pay your dues for the champagne. The marriage enters a new and somewhat frightening stage.
32. You burn a hole in your brand new jacket which cost the earth that your husband bought you to make up for the New Year's Eve fiasco.
33. Your second last smoking friend quits. You are the last person in your building who smokes. You hear that Arthur, whom you loved passionately at 13, and with whom you learned to smoke, is dying of lung cancer. That nagging little cough begins to take on an ominous significance.
34. New Doctor. You go in, dressed professionally and with a sincere smile tell him/her that although you only smoke occasionally, you would like to quit and you would like to try this new Patch thing which you have been reading about. Impressed by the fact that you only smoke occasionally, the idiot gives you a prescription for the 7mgs. You, stabbed with your own knife, hoist with your own petard as the bard would say, leave the office, clutching the prescription, close to tears, knowing this isn't going to work.
35. It doesn't.
36. The Siberian Death Virus hits again. You pray for an early and merciful death. No such luck.
37. Wanly and weakly, you step out your bedroom door. You KNOW you need help. You also know that help isn't going to come from your doctor, it isn't going to come from your friends, and it isn't going to come from your family. Its gotta come from people who have "been there--done that". 'Cause the rest of them don't know what the Hell its all about. That you DO know.
38. You turn to your trusty computer. Search for "quitting smoking". Up comes something called the Quit-net. Intrigued, you read a little. Some woman who calls herself Angellady is congratulating somebody called mushroom on having 4 days or something. Somebody called Nancysu sent in a joke that was so funny I laughed out loud for the first time in what seemed like months. Wait a minute…..this might be worth sticking around for a while.
39. Long talk with self. Who am I? What kind of person am I? Am I the kind of person who is simply too weak to do this? Am I simply not able to stick it out? Am I content to die before I see all my grandchildren? Am I disgusted enough with it all? Has the time finally come? YES!
40. Log on to the Q. Shred cigarettes and flush. Tell everyone I have quit. Resolve to either do it, or become a bag lady. Log on to the Q. Discover I can give as well as get support. Do it and do it and do it, and before long I am at almost 3 months!!!!
41. Begin to compose the poem. My magnum opus is still under construction, but you'll be the first to read it!
I have been quit for a couple of months. But both my daughters smoke, and in a car or close proximity with them I sometimes have a puff, does that mean I am not quit?
They stopped on the way home to buy a pack of smokes. My buddy had his surgery yesterday. Skin cancer. Something really good or something really bad. His currency in life has been the fact that he was very good looking. Tall, tanned and charming. My girlfriend is handling this with humor and compassion. She was one of my mentors and encouraged me in my quit. He has been off of cigarettes for a while now and switched to the machine delivery device. I can relate to smoking when the news is not good. It is one of the dirtiest tricks that nicotine dependency has. It has the same impact on every human brain that has nicotine receptors. I read that it speeds up the metabolic rate that nicotine is processed when we are stimulated. Triggering withdrawal signals. And we all smoked to prevent withdrawal. Misery can cause the desire to smoke physically. In the same way running low on nicotine did cause misery to me on more then one occasion. Think hell week! Or that time my patch failed and I was stuck in a airport. Or that moment when you realized that you lost your pack of cigarettes and you hadn't the money to buy more. The illusion that a cigarette helps us is built up because of that connection. The truth is that the pain is not soothed. When he looks in the mirror he will need nicotine. What ever method he uses to consume it. Fingers crossed that they got all the cancer. He really likes his sun and he really likes his cigarettes'.
No to smoking for me. I want health. I want wealth. Let me be clear. I got fooled and ripped off and cat fished. Cigarettes took a lot more then they gave. I hold out my hand. Saturday pledge.
Good Saturday Morning Folks. It's a work day for me. I suppose that I should feel good about being able to work, but I just don't feel like going today. I pledge to not smoke today. Who would love to join me for a smoke free day. N.O.P.E.
Hey all. Hope your Friday night is going well! Today is my day 1. I threw my JUUL out after 2 years of being so attached to it I couldn't sleep unless it was under my pillow. I'm 22 and too young to be huffing and puffing when I go up the stairs.