Post by Ann on May 25, 2004 12:31:23 GMT -5
I decided to quit feeling sorry for myself and post the reasons I quit and how I did it to get myself geared up for tomorrow.
First, I decided that my last cigarette would be at midnight that by the morning I already had a few hours under my belt. I counted hours then days and then months. I stopped counting by a year because I had forgotten about it. I think my sister reminded me of my anniversaries more than anyone.
I bought a whole bunch of snack foods and candy. I used the patch and zoloft for the first three weeks. I watched a lot of movies. I ate licorice, sun flower seeds, and finally weened myself off the junk food and used sugar free Extra chewing gum. I wanted to smoke the most when I was driving so at times I would have to drive while sitting on my right hand.
I sometimes spritzed a paper towel with spray pinesol and folded it up tightly so when I had a craving I would smell the cleaning fluid and it would remind me of cleaning. I hated trying to smoke after scrubbing up. Those are the nastiest tasting cigarettes!
I refused to have even one drag of a cigarette. I read up on the tabacco industry and what they put into a cigarette to make it more addictive. That made me mad. I read a transcript of a meeting a tabacco company had where they had all of there top execs go and find the most addictive ingrediants they could to place in the cigarettes. That is why there are so many ingrediants in a cigarette. Things like coconut, vanilla, rum... along with the poisons. It had to smell and taste appealing. If it tasted like tar we would not be able to stomach it.
I ignored my husband who would tell me to go have a smoke because I was being too moody. I dealt with being dragged into bingo halls, being antagonized by my friends, and dealing with a custody battle that cost us a fortune, but gained us a kiddo.
And I gained so much like when my kids would come out of a school meeting about smoking and drinking and they would say I am so glad you never smoked. They were all under five when I quit so they don't remember when I last smoked. My oldest ofcourse did, but the little ones didn't.
I completetly forgot what it was like to have so much time and money on my hands. It is nice to not have to leave half way through a movie to smoke, or look for change in the couch cushions for a pack of cigarettes.
However, I did start up again. And I will tell you that first week I started smoking I tried to hide it from my family. I was doing really well until my six year old little boy caught me in the backyard. He came in crying. I will never forget that look in his eyes. You see my grandfather just died from lung cancer a few months ago. My children really do see it as death.
I promised him that I would quit again, and I will. I feel so touched by everyone's post here today. I thank you for taking the time out to encourage me.
I started smoking again do to a mini nervous breakdown. I have a lot on my plate. I mean I could write a book. I know we all have are problems and I quit while on way more stress than I am now, but I guess it was too much one night and that cigarette looked like it could take all my problems away.
Maybe it did in a way. Maybe consentrating on quitting saved me once from going insane and now it is going to help me again. I have a lot of other worries to worry about, but none more important than my health.
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First, I decided that my last cigarette would be at midnight that by the morning I already had a few hours under my belt. I counted hours then days and then months. I stopped counting by a year because I had forgotten about it. I think my sister reminded me of my anniversaries more than anyone.
I bought a whole bunch of snack foods and candy. I used the patch and zoloft for the first three weeks. I watched a lot of movies. I ate licorice, sun flower seeds, and finally weened myself off the junk food and used sugar free Extra chewing gum. I wanted to smoke the most when I was driving so at times I would have to drive while sitting on my right hand.
I sometimes spritzed a paper towel with spray pinesol and folded it up tightly so when I had a craving I would smell the cleaning fluid and it would remind me of cleaning. I hated trying to smoke after scrubbing up. Those are the nastiest tasting cigarettes!
I refused to have even one drag of a cigarette. I read up on the tabacco industry and what they put into a cigarette to make it more addictive. That made me mad. I read a transcript of a meeting a tabacco company had where they had all of there top execs go and find the most addictive ingrediants they could to place in the cigarettes. That is why there are so many ingrediants in a cigarette. Things like coconut, vanilla, rum... along with the poisons. It had to smell and taste appealing. If it tasted like tar we would not be able to stomach it.
I ignored my husband who would tell me to go have a smoke because I was being too moody. I dealt with being dragged into bingo halls, being antagonized by my friends, and dealing with a custody battle that cost us a fortune, but gained us a kiddo.
And I gained so much like when my kids would come out of a school meeting about smoking and drinking and they would say I am so glad you never smoked. They were all under five when I quit so they don't remember when I last smoked. My oldest ofcourse did, but the little ones didn't.
I completetly forgot what it was like to have so much time and money on my hands. It is nice to not have to leave half way through a movie to smoke, or look for change in the couch cushions for a pack of cigarettes.
However, I did start up again. And I will tell you that first week I started smoking I tried to hide it from my family. I was doing really well until my six year old little boy caught me in the backyard. He came in crying. I will never forget that look in his eyes. You see my grandfather just died from lung cancer a few months ago. My children really do see it as death.
I promised him that I would quit again, and I will. I feel so touched by everyone's post here today. I thank you for taking the time out to encourage me.
I started smoking again do to a mini nervous breakdown. I have a lot on my plate. I mean I could write a book. I know we all have are problems and I quit while on way more stress than I am now, but I guess it was too much one night and that cigarette looked like it could take all my problems away.
Maybe it did in a way. Maybe consentrating on quitting saved me once from going insane and now it is going to help me again. I have a lot of other worries to worry about, but none more important than my health.
Found on Quitnet