This morning’s coffee selections in the work cafeteria were described as a choice between “nutty and balanced” or “smoky and smooth.”
Don’t I know it.
I’m not keeping track of “How Long?” since the last cigarette. Partly because that’s the way I’ve conditioned myself and partly because the last day or so has been one solid black hole. A couple cravings have been acute, but I’m otherwise simply dealing with a body trying to deal with the changes my lack of drug use has wrought.
I did eat considerably more last night than I usually do. A bowl of cereal followed dinner proper and only a desire for health and goodness prevented a late night bag of microwave popcorn. Today, I did nosh some low-salt tortilla chips
And Jesus on your side.
I’ll be praying for you.
Don’t give in. The ‘need’ is only there for about 15 seconds tops. Just walk it off. I used to smoke 3 packs a day – that was about 23 years ago. I quit. Actually five times. Twice for a year, once for six months, once for eight months, and the last time for over 23 years.
Each time I quit, I’d dream I smoked. I’d wake up feeling as if I’d smoked a carton the night before, sore throat and all, and go into panic mode…"OMG! I smoked!" until I realized it was a dream.
I finally got the idea out of my head that I was a smoker and I stayed with it.
I know you can do it.
Just think of it like this – It is the best gift you will ever give yourself.
Oh yeah. I like to picture Jesus as a huge gust of wind, blowing away all the smoke and particulate matter.
Most definitely that Jesus thing that Mr. Blackjack suggests. Good luck brother, nothing but positive thoughts from me.
G
One thing. Don’t kid yourself. Quitting smoking is tough. So give yourself a pass for a few days on the extra munching on snacks and shit. I’m not saying eat like it’s Thanksgiving every day – Lord knows THAT would sag the ass – but it’s OK if you have a few extra snacks here and there. Candy works great. Hard candy is actually pretty low fat. Low fat popcorn has lots of fiber (because a regular Speaker is a happy Speaker) and is, well, low fat. Raisins. Fruit. Just plain chips too.
Oh and workout more too. That should help. Endorphins are gooooood.
Again, good luck. I will come back here every day to send good thoughts your way. Non-ghey good thoughts of course.
Be a man and stop being such a pussy. Hike up the skirt and suck it up. Steve McQueen would never bitch about quitting smoking.
Pauly will be by this evening to lead you in a rousing chorus of "I’m a macho man" Isn’t that by his all-time favorite group? I think he said he identifies with them.
One month with zero cigs treat yourself to a Totally Under Suspicion Spa Day.
You’d still be under suspicion afterwards but smell nicer!
Jesus Saves.
I once asked Jesus for a dollar. He didn’t give me the dollar, but later that month I was walking through the food court at the mall and a bunch of retards were there with their wrangler eating lunch. One of them got loose and was stirring things up with the norms when I saw a twenty fall out of the thing’s pocket and onto the ground. Nobody saw it but me. I waited to see if he noticed it, but when it was obvious that he hadn’t I stepped over and picked it up. I ate well that day, my friend. Since then I have always felt like Jesus was looking out for me. He’ll look out for you too. Keep up the good work! It should also be noted that retard money spends just the same as normal money. (In case anyone was wondering)
My father went to law school starting in ’96. Night school at Univ of MD Law. He commuted 2hrs. each way four days a week, but that is neither here nor there. The first semester, one of his profs was running the class through some icebreakers. When he asked my father what he would do if he knew he was going to die in 24 hours, my dad said, "Have a cigarette and drink some whiskey.
He’s not on the wagon, but he quit smoking in 1980. That said, my wife quit a year and a half ago, and her report is that the first year is tough, then you’re over that constant low-grade yearning.
A year sounds like a long time, but think about where you were a year ago. You’ll have plenty to fill your brain and crowd out the cravings for the next twelve months.
I’ve been thinking a bit more seriously lately about quitting, myself.
It’s heresy.
But all this talk about Jesus does get me thinking. I just bought a "Jesus Shaves" (no that’s not a typo) t-shirt today, and then there’s this post. They may be divine signals that quitting is the way to go.
I’m gonna have a smoke and think about it some more.