Post by Ann on Jun 29, 2004 12:31:14 GMT -5
Author Unknown:
Picture yourself a second or two after you stub out that quit-breaking cigarette. The one that you just had to have because the craving was so strong you couldn`t hold out any longer, when that voice inside you was saying.. `Go on, life sucks, you may as well smoke a cig.. y`know for your nerves..` or the other one.. `you`ve got this beat now.. you are in control.. you can have one just now and again.. Reward yourself; have one for old
time`s sake..` So you bum a cigarette, and smoke it and in 2 and 1/2 minutes, you stub it out.
Now what ? Your mouth feels like crap. Your lungs are tightening up. You managed to stifle the coughs .. but barely. You begin to squint again because the smoke hurt your eyes. and your fingers and clothes smell again. You either want to throw up, grab some mouthwash, take a shower, or have another.. maybe buy a pack.
But then you begin to realize what you`ve just done. After all those times when you said you were going to quit, and then when you finally did, and your family and friends were so happy for you - but not exactly over the moon, because after all they`ve been hopeful before only to see you relapse - all that enthusiasm is now smashed to pieces on the floor. And all the pressure that drove you to grab that cigarette in the first place - it`s all still there. Nothing has changed, except now you`ve added one more problem: you just blew it.
And then you realize what you`ve really done. You had invested days, maybe weeks and months, in this quit. You had made a great decision, one of the few things you really and truly felt proud of in your life, and you just blew it. You just blew the quit that you swore to yourself was the last one. You were so positive, so motivated, and encouraged, you were really on top of it, ahead of the game for once, you had taken control of your life and it felt like a whole new beginning.. and you just blew it.
You look at that stub in the ashtray. The grey ash and the brown edge to the burnt paper, and the tar stain on the end of filter. You remember the thousands of cigarettes you have stubbed out and think about the tar that came into your lungs as smoke. And you think if smoking that one cigarette was worth it. It ceratainly has made nothing better. You feel a little dizzy now as the nicotine hits your body, even a little nauseous - certainly don`t feel the pleasure that you remember the adverts and billboards were promoting during your early years as a smoker. In fact it`s hard to remember any time when you felt that pleasure.. just another tobacco company lie.. They helped you to become an addict the first time, but when you smoked that cigarette after you quit.. well that was a whole new decision. You made that one all by yourself - there`s no pointing fingers now, you know that cigarettes kill, so when you lit that one cigarette, the choice to smoke was all yours this time. And you blew it.
It wasn`t worth it.. time after time the slippers` and relapsers` lament how they feel like crap, how ashamed they are, how they have lost confidence and hope, how they hate themselves, how much it hurts, how depressed and they cry and hide and cry some more. And now you are one of them.. the quit losers. Lost in the wilderness, not quite a smoker.. yet. And not sure you are a quitter, searching for some dignity, some self-respect out of this. All because of that one cigarette. Because you blew it.
OK, time to come back.. thankfully this was a `Picture yourself...` so none of this really happened. You didn`t smoke that cigarette, and your quit is intact. You take a deep breath and you can still fill your lungs without breaking down into a hacking cough. You can smile, because you are still in control. The clean smell of shampoo is still in your hair. The craving passes and you can shake your head a little and give yourself a little pat on the back at your success.
Picture yourself a second or two after you stub out that quit-breaking cigarette. The one that you just had to have because the craving was so strong you couldn`t hold out any longer, when that voice inside you was saying.. `Go on, life sucks, you may as well smoke a cig.. y`know for your nerves..` or the other one.. `you`ve got this beat now.. you are in control.. you can have one just now and again.. Reward yourself; have one for old
time`s sake..` So you bum a cigarette, and smoke it and in 2 and 1/2 minutes, you stub it out.
Now what ? Your mouth feels like crap. Your lungs are tightening up. You managed to stifle the coughs .. but barely. You begin to squint again because the smoke hurt your eyes. and your fingers and clothes smell again. You either want to throw up, grab some mouthwash, take a shower, or have another.. maybe buy a pack.
But then you begin to realize what you`ve just done. After all those times when you said you were going to quit, and then when you finally did, and your family and friends were so happy for you - but not exactly over the moon, because after all they`ve been hopeful before only to see you relapse - all that enthusiasm is now smashed to pieces on the floor. And all the pressure that drove you to grab that cigarette in the first place - it`s all still there. Nothing has changed, except now you`ve added one more problem: you just blew it.
And then you realize what you`ve really done. You had invested days, maybe weeks and months, in this quit. You had made a great decision, one of the few things you really and truly felt proud of in your life, and you just blew it. You just blew the quit that you swore to yourself was the last one. You were so positive, so motivated, and encouraged, you were really on top of it, ahead of the game for once, you had taken control of your life and it felt like a whole new beginning.. and you just blew it.
You look at that stub in the ashtray. The grey ash and the brown edge to the burnt paper, and the tar stain on the end of filter. You remember the thousands of cigarettes you have stubbed out and think about the tar that came into your lungs as smoke. And you think if smoking that one cigarette was worth it. It ceratainly has made nothing better. You feel a little dizzy now as the nicotine hits your body, even a little nauseous - certainly don`t feel the pleasure that you remember the adverts and billboards were promoting during your early years as a smoker. In fact it`s hard to remember any time when you felt that pleasure.. just another tobacco company lie.. They helped you to become an addict the first time, but when you smoked that cigarette after you quit.. well that was a whole new decision. You made that one all by yourself - there`s no pointing fingers now, you know that cigarettes kill, so when you lit that one cigarette, the choice to smoke was all yours this time. And you blew it.
It wasn`t worth it.. time after time the slippers` and relapsers` lament how they feel like crap, how ashamed they are, how they have lost confidence and hope, how they hate themselves, how much it hurts, how depressed and they cry and hide and cry some more. And now you are one of them.. the quit losers. Lost in the wilderness, not quite a smoker.. yet. And not sure you are a quitter, searching for some dignity, some self-respect out of this. All because of that one cigarette. Because you blew it.
OK, time to come back.. thankfully this was a `Picture yourself...` so none of this really happened. You didn`t smoke that cigarette, and your quit is intact. You take a deep breath and you can still fill your lungs without breaking down into a hacking cough. You can smile, because you are still in control. The clean smell of shampoo is still in your hair. The craving passes and you can shake your head a little and give yourself a little pat on the back at your success.
