Grats to everyone who has quit and stayed-quit! I admire all of you.
I quit smoking during the pregnancies of both my children and :smack: myself for taking it back up shortly thereafter. It’s like phungi and others said, once you partake in the first and second cigarette, it’s all downhill from there. Both times, I quit cold-turkey but I had a very good reason to (and the first time smoking actually made me sick). The few times since then I’ve tried to go cold-turkey, panic sets in – sometimes even before the last cigarette is done. It’s TOTALLY mental. I can go a few hours without a cigarette at times, and other times, it makes really, really cranky. I detect a little bit of a worry in SO’s eye when I mention that I’m thinking of quitting again. I can be such a beast.
I read the Allen Carr book. Maybe it’s just me but the only thing I got out of it was the urge to hunt him down and smack him upside the head repeatedly. Maybe I was just being bull-headed because I hadn’t had a cigarette while reading it.
I’ve also tried hypnotherapy. I felt really good after the session and was given a tape of it to replay whenever I had the urge. I think I listened to it once before losing it (on purpose maybe?). Somehow, the tape did nothing for me.
I’ve registered at Stop Smoking websites and the people there bored me.
The PA got me thinking, though. I went in due to fluid in my ear canals that just wouldn’t clear out after a really bad cold. My sinuses have been completely fucked up for about 4 months now and I’m miserable just about 24 hours a day. I cough up the most heinous things and, for the first time in my life, I get regular nose bleeds. My Kleenex habit is becoming about as expensive as my cigarette habit and I fear being anywhere without a tissue.
The PA said, “You wouldn’t be here right now if you weren’t smoking.” Then he handed me a Chantix packet. I’m really getting sick of having defective sinuses (they always feel full and I have a perpetual low-grade sinus headache). Sometimes, I wish I could just stick my head in a vice and be done with the constant, nagging discomfort.
Plus, I’m now distinctly aware of how I smell because there’s a guy that comes in to my office everyday reeking of cigarettes. He’s only there for a few minutes, but it’s enough to make me gag and wish him out of there ASAP. I haven’t missed the irony of that one. I’m sure my non-smoking coworkers can smell him (and me) from a mile away and everyone’s still smelling until a few minutes after he’s left the building. Ewww!
For anyone that’s still reading this, this is actually helping. Part of the psyching up process for me is verbalizing (to someone) all the nasty shit I hate about smoking. Right now, I’m doing my best to forget all the tired, old justifications for smoking that I usually make.
I’m still not looking forward to it, but to stop trying to want to quit would just be too dumb.