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Post by judyb on Jul 16, 2011 7:34:05 GMT -5
Around the 3-4-5 point mark I got "tired of quitting."
Darn it! it shouldn't be an effort anymore, when am I going to stop feeling
this way! etc. I quit months ago, when is it OVER?!!
I always thought that using the word "Quit" was a
bad choice - but I'm not sure I know of a better one. "Quit" is not a process and
giving up smoking is. Quit is something you do, it's an exclamation point, there
is no followup, it's done, end of story.
Giving up smoking is more like getting a divorce. In the beginning you
hate the other party's guts, it hurts and the hurting reminds
you of how bad it was. But then as time goes by the pain fades and the other
party is still there and you begin to romanticize your time together. Maybe
there's other things that tie you together still. Then you see them around from time
to time, maybe think about the good times and think about how you could maybe get
back together and work things out.
BULL! Actually what's happening is your ex (Nic) is stalking you.
Harassing you everywhere you go. He's interfering with your
sleep. With your other relationships.
You begin to think that, well, maybe you can get
back together and it'll be different this time.
It doesn't work in relationships, and it doesn't work
with smoking either. Nic wants your life, he'll kill you if he gets the chance.
He was an abusive partner and just can't wait for the chance to get his hands on you
again.
The only way out is to stand strong and DO WHATEVER YOU HAVE TO
DO to keep out of his reach. Eventually you'll think about Nic
less and he'll begin to fade from your memory.
In the meantime you have to build a new life without Nic. Develop hobbies
and go places where Nic isn't welcome. Do deep breathing
exercises and learn some relaxation techniques, etc. Then when you look
around you'll see places and things where you don't have memories of Nic. Or, you have
memories of places where you stood strong against him.
Each day that passes leaves Nic further and further behind in the dust. All
you have to do is get from here to tomorrow.
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Post by judyb on Jul 15, 2011 18:15:08 GMT -5
Thanks, Don!!! Great to be back here. How old are "the kids"? We finally got 2 inches of rain today after a serious drought for a month or so.
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Post by judyb on Jul 15, 2011 18:13:46 GMT -5
Waving.....Hi Ann, Don and Slim!
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Post by judyb on Jul 14, 2011 4:57:03 GMT -5
Sometimes when I use the link to come here I'm hijacked over to a site for Stop Smoking Ring-Manager Bubba James. This happened to a few people. Is there any way to disable this? Thanks.
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Post by judyb on Jul 14, 2011 4:45:27 GMT -5
nicotine attaches itself to you physically. From the American Heart Association: Nicotine Addiction When a person smokes a cigarette, the body responds immediately to the chemical nicotine in the smoke. Nicotine causes a short-term increase in blood pressure, heart rate, and the flow of blood from the heart. It also causes the arteries to narrow. Carbon monoxide reduces the amount of oxygen the blood can carry. This, combined with the effects produced by nicotine, creates an imbalance in the demand for oxygen by the cells and the amount of oxygen the blood is able to supply. Smoking further increases the amount of fatty acids, glucose, and various hormones in the blood. There are several ways that cigarette smoking may increase the risk of developing hardening of the arteries and heart attacks. First, carbon monoxide may damage the inner walls of the arteries that encourages the buildup of fat on these walls. Over time, this causes the vessels to narrow and harden. Nicotine may also contribute to this process. Smoking also causes several changes in the blood. They include increased adhesiveness and clustering of platelets in the blood, shortened platelet survival, decreased clotting time, and increased thickness of the blood. These effects can lead to a heart attack. The 1988 Surgeon General's Report, 'Nicotine Addiction,' concluded that: * Cigarettes and other forms of tobacco are addicting. * Nicotine is the drug that causes addiction. * Pharmacologic and behavioral characteristics that determine tobacco addiction are similar to those that determine addiction to drugs such as heroin and cocaine. For additional information on this subject, contact your local American Heart Association office or call 1-800-242-8721. The social attraction of smoking is perhaps the most insidious prong of the nicotine addiction. Until recently, even after the dangers of smoking were well known, smoking was widely seen as essentially harmless; though this opinion is now held by fewer people (and I'll wager that most of them are still smoking), it has not disappeared. We still often hear smoking defended with the argument that the sale, purchase, promotion and use of tobacco products are legal activities nearly everywhere in the world. While true, this statement obscures the question of the safety of smoking and fails to raise other explanations for its legitimate status, such as the financial contribution which the tobacco industry makes to the world economy. And, greater public awareness of the harm that smoking does has not greatly altered its image as sexy, cool, adult, fashionable. Books such as Christopher Buckley's Thank You For Smoking and movies like Reality Bites (where the sole non-smoker is Ben Stiller's dorky outsider character) override those public service announcements and notices on the sides of cigarette packages in the minds of the tobacco industry's most important consumers: adolescents and teens. (Incidentally, we have it from a very reliable source that the people who make a certain brand of popular cigarettes featuring a certain dromedary on the package paid for the actors in Reality Bites to smoke their cigarettes. And for more proof of this common industry practice, here's an interesting letter tinyurl.com/yup3u ( from one of America's top action stars.) Give it a minute's thought: do you really like smoking, or do you just like your smoker image and the props associated with it (the cigarette, the nifty smoke rings, the ash; the holes in your clothing, yellow stains on your teeth, nasty taste on your breath)? The minute you quit smoking your life changes drastically. Your identity as a smoker is gone; the crutch which helped you handle situations is kicked out from under you; your body and mind begin to play quite clever tricks on you to get their drug. All these changes can be nearly overwhelming, but the important thing to remember is that things will get better as you learn new and better ways to live your life. And everyone can learn; a few hundred of us at AS3 alone will testify to that! (Paraphrased from 'The Cigarette Papers' by Dr. Stanton Glantz) According to researchers, nicotine stimulates the Hypothalmus to produce the same chemicals it does in stressful situations: corticosteroids. This makes one feel less anxious, and yet possibly more focused. Add nicotine to a stressful stiatuion, and you get more than a regular dose. Over time (and number of cigarettes), the hypothalmus adjusts. Now, "without" a cigarette, you're getting less than average corticosteroids, but smoking brings you back up to a normal level, maybe not even surpassing what a non-smoker gets, but compared to a lowered baseline it feels good. After quitting, over time the hypothalmus adjusts back. The research doesn't say how fast.
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Post by judyb on Jul 14, 2011 4:43:43 GMT -5
Why is quitting smoking so difficult?
You have probably quit smoking (or using tobacco in another form) before, and you have probably gone back to the habit. Whether your "smobriety" (to use a term from the addiction recovery program Nicotine Anonymous) lasted an hour or a year, you no doubt learned a basic truth: breaking away from tobacco products can be, at best, unpleasant, and at worst, a living hell. And the memory of that unpleasant experience may have left you with a fear of trying again.
Understanding the source of your physical and emotion reactions can help get you through those difficult early days. Quitting smoking will be one of the hardest things that you will ever do. This is because smoking is actually a three-fold problem: you have developed psychological, social, and physical needs for the drug nicotine.
As a smoker, all your emotions were medicated with a nicotine packed cigarette: you relaxed with nicotine; you laughed with nicotine, wept with nicotine, digested with nicotine. You used smoking to pass the time, ready yourself for a crisis, calm yourself after one, even (ironically) to catch your breath during a difficult task. You began your day by dosing with nicotine, your drug of choice (perhaps one among others), and ended it the same way. No wonder that, suddenly deprived of all that, your mind and body go wonky for a little while.
from alt.support.stop-smoking
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Post by judyb on Jul 13, 2011 21:11:14 GMT -5
Welcome Ladies!!! Wonderful to be back together!!!!
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Post by judyb on Jul 13, 2011 19:52:27 GMT -5
I enjoy posting things that help people in their quits, because I appreciated it when I quit.
I see that people are reading my posts, who are you?
You don't have to do anything but reply to this please. without dialog, we can't help each other.
so PLEASE, hit the reply button and let me know you're there. And if you have a question, comment or just want to bi*ch, let me know. I just want to stop the echos here, I know I'm not alone!!!!!
Thanks
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Post by judyb on Jul 13, 2011 4:58:40 GMT -5
I doubt that my opinion will ever soften of those rotten, miserable people-killing, youth-robbing, cough-generating, smelly, filthy, house-stinking, clothes-burning, cancer-causing, addictive-by-design, morale-busting, lousy, depression-causing, air-polluting, destroyer of self-esteem and lives, greedy, lying, health-destroying purveyors of grief & sorrows untold--those cigarettes. Why in the world should I show these things, these instruments of death, respect & tenderness, that have caused me such grief? Should I write the d**n things a little *love letter* of “farewell-parting is such sweet sorrow? " Should I make these evil things more "precious" in my mind??? No. Insult them. A pox on them and their makers. Ridicule them to show a fearless attitude. Show them no mercy. Take no prisoners. Pee on them. Moon them. Do it with deliberation, courage & contempt. ....Not only for one's own honor but those souls before who couldn't stop in time, who had no quitting aids to turn to. The real danger exists for those who have met with success and in their comfort, for them to forget & fall prey to the same old lies...........the whispers... It is time to destroy the seductive nature of these things one way or another. And go toe to toe with the wicked beast. Mano a mano. Yellow snow. Take that, and THAT, ....oh, vile deceivers.... Roadkill
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Post by judyb on Jul 13, 2011 4:56:22 GMT -5
I was thinking about something a quitter said recently about their SO observing that the quitters 'attitude' was more positive in the beginning and now is sliding toward a more 'victim/defensive' posture, or something like that. Bottom line being that they aren't as up and positive about the quit as they were initially. This set me thinking about attitude and the politics of attitude. Is attitude something that either exists or not? and we're either the beneficiaries or not? As far as quitters go, why are we often enthusiastic with a 'good attitude' early in the quit and then find our attitude wearing thin and not so supportive and buoyant by the time we're a couple of months quit? I don't have answers to these...... but my hunch is that attitude is a function of our actions and thoughts as much or more than it's the basis for our actions and thoughts. Make any sense? What did we do to quit? What did we do to get 'ready' to quit? Didn't we think about quitting, a lot? Didn't we set a quit date and try to get some quit aids together and in place? Didn't we talk to others and establish a support base? I think we build the attitude we feel in the early days/weeks of quitting by our preparations, by our thoughts and actions. And what do most quitters do once they've set the quit in motion? They take their hands off the wheel and just roll blindly down the road! They 'trust' that the quit aid will buoy and support them. (This goes for cold turkey also. How many repeatedly underestimate the intensity and duration of detox and recovery in spite of past experience?) As a quitter begins to get worn down by the moment after moment of a quit, and most of us go through that weariness from time to time at different stages of quit, might they begin to feel not so enthusiastic about the quit in general and their quit method in particular? How will attitude be effected if the quit aid turns out to not be so useful or, even worse, impossible to use? If wisps of depression are present or begin to appear, will the quitter withdraw from their support system? And by withdrawing, will they lose the benefits of feed back and validation from others in the same place? I don't think a good 'quitting attitude' is a thing we step into or onto and can expect that it will continue on it's own. Yet it appears to me that that's exactly what most of us do. How long will my car roll down the road before it hits something if I'm not steering?? I do think that we can revitalise and reinforce attitude by actively and conscientiously following some structured thinking patterns. (the ABC cognitive exercise or something similar) Structured evaluation of current patterns can often provide clearer and more realistic options which, in turn, can result in a feeling of security. I think a positive attitude will grow better and stronger if some security is mixed into it's foundation. ddsteve - alt.support.stop-smoking -- www.mindmills.net/cognitivequitting
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Post by judyb on Jul 11, 2011 18:49:24 GMT -5
This was one of the funniest things I've ever read during my quit.
Copyright 1998 - Stewart Hymans from alt.support.stop-smoking
I promised a report, so here it is, ounce by ounce:
Got up, put on favorite shirt:
"Join the Marines See the World Make friends Kill them"
So far, so good.
Lit the stove, put some coffee in the pot (used to grind it, now just chew it), and an eggshell. Butterbuns German Shepherd, female, farts) nowhere to be found. Funny, I'd never kick the dog. The cow, yes. It was after coffee that it started to hit me, and I remembered the patch. Couldn't find them, at first, and by the time I ripped open the package, and tried to light one, I was sorta shakin and bakin.
Tried three of the little suckers, and couldn't get a one goin'. So, I tried to light one on the stove. Knocked over the coffee, and scared the sh*t out of the cat... Jasper, after Jasper Johns, the artist. Sign on the cat box: "JASPER'S JOHN." BB can't read it, so she sniffs.
I took all six boxes into the living room, tore up the packaging material for kindling, put the whole mess in the middle of the living room floor, and STILL couldn't get the goddam things goin', cause my hands were shakin' so bad I couldn't hold on to a match.
I'm resourceful. I went out to the barn, kicked the cow, and dragged the goddam oxyacetylene rig in (2,300 degrees, F., and it lights with a striker!). Like a fool (appropriate to the day, huh? yes Rob, we're all just a big cosmic joke on you, so sit on my torch!) I once made the mistake of gittin the big bottles (four feet high, if you're not familiar with them, instead of two feet high) and they weigh about two hunnert pounds, and I've got 'em on a cart built for the small ones, so gettin em up the back stairs was a bi*ch, and, twice, I fell in the mud (it snowed yesterday, but it all melted) so I hadda get some boards, and build a ramp, and the 'phone kept ringin', and I was SURE it was ROSIE bein full of good cheer, or some such crap, so I shot the 'phone, and IT'S goin on my "giving back list," like the lawnmower (but that's another story).
Anyway, I got up the god d**n stairs, and into the kitchen, and you guessed it, ran over the f**kin cat box, which was soaking wet from the coffee pot I'd dumped, and I threw SOMETHING, I still don't know what, but it was about as heavy as a cast iron skillet, (and if it was my jug of Glen Grant, I'm gonna ask the Lord to track down 'ol Tho*, who started all this, and roust him untill he feels like his head is stuck up an ELEPHANT'S ASS) at the cat, who I've never been able to hit with anything, and this time was no exception, except I hit my head (on what turned out to be the hairy side) on the handle of the cart, and my scalp is bleedin like a stuck pig, and at that point the cow had no idea how few minutes she had left on this planet.
Anyway, I got the d**n thing into the living room, trailing mud, blood, and coffee soaked cat sh*t, and torched the whole god d**n pile!
That did it, and I got about 2,000 milligrams right up the ol' sniffer, and passed out on the smouldering carpet for what seemed like hours... and mighty fine hours they were... but must have been only a few seconds, 'cause my clothes didn't catch on fire (I love that T-shirt!), and it only singed my hair and beard on one side.
And I'm NOT gonna try and shave the other side to match, at least not today, 'cause I'd probable wind up with the hedge clippers in my shakin' hands, and cut off my head, which isn't the way I had envisaged quitting this annoying habit.
So, I went out to kick the cow a few more times.
Unfortunately, on my first try, she musta remembered the last boot in the but, 'cause she swayed to the right, kick went to the left, and that boot went flying off, and hit the overhead light, and the place went dark, and I went down backwards on, you guessed it, a steamin' pile of cow **i*, and there I was, in the barn, in the dark, in my favorite T-shirt, with half a beard, and 1/4 of a head of hair, thanks to fire and male pattern baldness genes, and stinkin' like s*i*, and along comes Butterbuns cruisin' out of some hole, and starts into lickin' my face (the bald side)!
Well, I think she just thought that I'd discovered one of her favorite pastimes (rolling on her back in anything that smells rank) but I sure was glad to see her, which is an exaggeration, 'cause it was pitch black. I guess I mean I was glad for the company, and we both sure did stink like the dogs we were.
I'm not too concerned about the living room carpet, 'cause I didn't have it long enough to get used to it, but I'm sure gonna miss that cow.
Anyway, Just "droppin in," my neighbor came by (every time she hears a gunshot she thinks I've finally done it, and she can get that lower forty, or else she just wants to kick dirt on the remains), and SHE'S another story, but I'll save that for now, and she said "what's up, dumb f**k," which is her idea of poetic humor, and I gave her $500 to go down to Wal-Mart and fill up on more of them patches. Then I dragged in a piece of roofing tin, and found a dry piece of sheet rock, and put 'em over the burned spot, and checked the gauges on the torch, and just generally got ready for another snootful.
Then I got down on my knees, and said: "Lord, I don't ask much, and try to be a pretty good guy...sorry about the cow... but I sure would appreciate it if you could take pity on an addict, and make those patches just a little more flammable."
Well, Sue came back, and the Lord works in mysterious ways, 'cause it turned out she found some you can just glue on a bare spot, and get high. Who woulda' thought? If youda told me that before, I woulda said yah, and coke and aspirin can get you pregnant, or some such.
Well, obviously that fire turned out to be a blessing (praise the Lord!) 'cause all that new bare skin makes it easier to stick them patches on than shavin my arms, and I've got seventeen patches on now! I look like Gravel Gerty after a bad night in a quarry... but I ain't smokin', an' I don't scare the dog, an' we'll both be eatin' beef till the snow flies.
So, that's how my day started, and Rob, I'll tell ya right now that I ain't letting T*om, or Lucien, or Lori, or Heather, or AnnR, or JP Phil, or Kalah (who I'm planning on asking to have my child), or Mel and Jay, especially Mel and Jay, get one ounce of quit ahead of me if I have to kill every cow in Santa Fe County.
So, to all of 'em, especially *hom, and Cynthia and AnnR and DanaS, ... and all the folks at Phillip Morris... I don't smoke cigarettes, but I will say that this quit is kinda difficult, as things go. Rob, how's your day?
Stewart
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Post by judyb on Jul 11, 2011 18:36:15 GMT -5
AFFIRMATION FOR A NON SMOKER
Repeat each of these affirmations to yourself While standing in front of a mirror Each day for one month
- I am Addicted to smoking, but I am in control and I will not smoke today
- I will avoid smokers and smoking areas today
- I will use the non-smoking options that I have chosen rather than having a cigarette today
- "Just one" WILL hurt
- I have quit smoking and nothing will make me smoke. It is not negotiable.
- That is it, I do not smoke anymore
- I am a non smoker
Tape this affirmation note to your mirror so you will see and use it each morning!
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Post by judyb on Jul 11, 2011 18:34:40 GMT -5
Suddenly, you've found yourself smoking again, after days or even months of being smoke-free. Perhaps you had a strong craving to smoke or were under stress or had a drink with friends. Perhaps you don't even remember lighting the cigarette. Maybe you thought you could have "just one." Most often, a relapse occurs when an ex-smoker is placed in a situation in which he or she would have smoked in the past, but lacks a plan to cope without a cigarette.
In any case, relapses happen. It may be one puff or it may be days of smoking. A lapse is simply a mistake, a slip. Relapse does not mean failure, and it does not mean you have to stop trying to be smoke-free. Millions of ex-smokers experienced relapses before they were finally able to maintain a smoke-free lifestyle. But a relapse will become deadly if you give up and return to a smoking lifestyle.
Learn how to cope with a relapse: Stop. Stop what you are doing. Stop smoking and throw all of your cigarettes away.
Try one of the following: Leave the situation. Get away from cigarettes. Take a break or go for a walk to give yourself a chance to think. Tell yourself "I am okay right now without a cigarette. I can cope." Remind yourself of your reasons for wanting to be smoke-free. Call a friend or professional to help you get back on track.
If you are kicking yourself for having a cigarette, stop. Take this opportunity to catch your breath, assess what happened and make a new plan.
Assess and learn. Where were you when you smoked? Who was with you? What triggered the first cigarette? How did you feel when you smoked? Did it solve a problem or create more problems? Did it make you feel better or worse?
By looking back on what happened, you can learn about the risks you faced. Use this opportunity to come up with a new coping strategy. How might you avoid this situation in the future? If you find yourself in this situation again, what would be an alternative way to deal with the urge to smoke?
Don't feel like a failure. Don't feel guilty about the lapse. Forgive yourself. Make this a learning experience. Make your renewed stop-smoking plan.
Get back on track Make the decision to return to being smoke-free. Review your reasons for wanting to be smoke-free. Those reasons are as important as ever. Review your stop-smoking plan and identify areas of your plan to strengthen or improve. Think of a phrase that will help you stay smoke-free. Practice saying this phrase to yourself: "Not even a puff." "It's easier to have none than one." "I can cope without a cigarette." "I can do it, one moment at a time."
If your relapse occurred over several days, you may want to use nicotine replacement to manage any renewed signs of withdrawal. Follow your original plan regarding how much and how often to use this medication. Consult your doctor with any questions.
If you need additional support, talk to your doctor, counselor or other healthcare professional. They can offer insights to help you continue down your smoke-free path.
Each time you try to be smoke-free, you take a step forward. You can't fail unless you stop trying. Each smoke-free moment is a victory. Continue to reward yourself for working on being smoke-free.
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Post by judyb on Jul 11, 2011 18:32:06 GMT -5
Dear Quitter. In case you're considering smoking "just one" and thus blowing your quit, read this, it may help to remember what you'll have to go throught *yet again*:
Dear Diary: Last night I gave up smoking. So far so good. I have been awake 15 minutes, and aside from a nagging craving, I seem to be OK. Maybe quitting wont be so hard.
Dear Diary: Well, it has been 2 days now. It has been stressful, and I really feel a bit overwhelmed. Cant write more. I gotta go to the store and buy some food. Somehow I am out of EVERYTHING.
Dear Diary: Day 3 has been quite hard, but I am surviving. Of course my spouse is a bit on my nerves, but other than that I am fine.
Dear Diary: What the Hell was I thinking. It has been 4 days, and my spouse wont speak to me. The kids break out in tears every time I enter the room. I only think about smoking 3 or 4 times...per second.
Dear Diary: I think I have it worked out with the spouse and kids. They moved out. Said I could visit them sometime next week. It has only been 5 days, but I feel healthier already. I can breath. Ran outta food again today (boy food goes fast), but I was too depressed to go to the store. Dog chow isn't half bad if you chew it slowly.
Dear Diary: Day 6 was a breeze. I didn't get out of bed once, and I slept 20 hours. The other 4 were hard, but I managed.
Dear Diary: There outta be a law that allows you to go postal when situations permit. I got to see the kids for a minute today, and things went well until my youngest decided she didn't want to stay at the Holiday Inn anymore. Tears everywhere. That's when I told her she was adopted. (She wasnt). (If she is gonna cry, she should have a reason). My spouse says I can see the kids again in a month.
Dear Diary: Hell week officially ended yesterday. I am so strong now, I know I can make it......I can make it to Dunkin Donuts, to the Ben and Jerry's,I feel great.....
Dear Diary.... Day 8. I have eaten a half gallon of Ben and Jerry's, a box of Oreos, and a small child. I am sure my breath is better, but I couldn't say for sure. I have brushed my teeth 15 times today, mainly to give me a break from eating.
Dear Diary: I know this is gonna sound gross, but I haven't gone to the bathroom 'right' in almost 4 days. I can pee up a storm, but the other thing isn't working too well. Feeling a bit backed up.....Maybe that is why I am grumpy. Maybe it has nothing to do with not smoking...
Dear Diary: Day 9 and I have gone out on a ledge, I have walked the edge, and I survived to tell about it. I spoke on the telephone today. 10 whole minutes, and no smoke! What a great day. The spouse tells me I can visit the kids tomorrow!
Dear Diary: I think the kids are starting to like the Holiday Inn too much. They have started calling the housekeeper Mom. Compared to my last visit, they were calm and well behaved. Plus, they had food out.
Dear Diary: My family had the nerve to tell me that as I smoker they felt I loved my smokes more than I loved my family. Of course I loved my smokes more than my family. My smokes never asked for a thing..And as for shortening my life, I am pretty sure smoking pack upon pack has not shortened my life much at all. Watching my children fall off a moving bike has shortened my life considerably. Hearing the screech of car tires has taken years off my life.
Dear Diary: Day 14. Any chemical addiction to nic is now gone. Now it is just me and my mind. And I gotta tell you that my mind is causing some problems. Clearly, as a smoker, I had no brain. (who would smoke if they had a brain), yet as a nonsmoker, my brain causes nothing but hassles for me...I want this, I want that.
Here are my stats. A lot of butts not smoked. A lot of food eaten instead. A bit of my life saved by not smoking, much more of my life lost by arguing with my family. Some money saved by not buying smokes, much more lost on Ben and Jerry. Maybe week 3 will bring good things.....
Dear Diary: Well, I made it to day 15. I cant believe I ever wanted a cigg in my life. I am SOOOOOOO over them now. Wouldn't even consider smoking. This was So much easier than I thought it would be. Didn't consider smoking even one time today. Probably wont write again for a while.
Dear Diary: Oh MY GOD I NEED TO SMOKE. I ate everything in my house today, I want to smoke so bad. I want a cigg now. I used the key that my neighbor gave me in case she lost hers. She has 3 boxes of Ho-Ho's in the cupboard. I should say Had......I will replace them later. Right now I just wanna lick an ashtray.
Dear Diary: Well, I made it to day 17. I cant believe I ever wanted a cigg in my life. I am SOOOOOOO over them now. Wouldn't even consider smoking. This was So much easier than I thought it would be. Didn't consider smoking even one time today. Probably wont write again for a while.
Dear Diary: I found out today that my cousins sister in law's neighbor's youngest child's hamster just died. How am I supposed to quit with all this stress in my life?
Dear Diary: Well, I made it to day 19. I cant believe I ever wanted a cigg in my life. I am SOOOOOOO over them now. Wouldn't even consider smoking. This was So much easier than I thought it would be. Didn't consider smoking even one time today. Probably wont write again for a while.
Dear Diary: Day 20. I decided to paint things in my house black. Just like the song. It wasn't bad in one bedroom, but doing the ceiling black might have been too much. Painting the cat black was definitely overboard. I only half finished painting my kid when the spouse came home. They went back to the Holiday Inn. I did what any sane adult would do. I covered myself with a blanket and cried for 3 hours.
Dear Diary: Well, I made it to day 21. I cant believe I ever wanted a cigg in my life. I am SOOOOOOO over them now. Wouldn't even consider smoking. This was So much easier than I thought it would be. Didn't consider smoking even one time today. Probably wont write again for a while.
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Post by judyb on Jul 11, 2011 18:15:36 GMT -5
Hi, Bub!!! Let's see if I can still remember how to post a picture here.
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