Route66Girl
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- Mar 6, 2002
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-I didn't make an official resolution this year, but desperately want to quit smoking.
I'm 28, and started smoking fourteen years ago. I holed myself up in my room one January day with two packs of cigarettes I'd sneaked from my parents' 50-carton supply, and didn't stop until I'd smoked every single one. And for a long time, I enjoyed smoking. I liked the ritual of it, the smell of it, the taste of the smoke, learning how to blow smoke rings, inhaling it. I loved laughing at the shocked and revolted look from pinched-faced middle-aged women in the mall who passed by, waving their hands melodramatically in front of their faces as if to clear away the stench even though they were fifty feet away.
I knew how horrible for the health it was, and always told myself I'd quit after ten years or getting pregnant- whichever came first. Well, I didn't get pregnant, and ten years passed, and I waved at them with a cigarette between my fingers as they went by and disappeared on the horizon behind me.
I've now officially been smoking for half my life. I have no other addiction, but it is a full-blown addiction. I've attempted to quit in the past, and each time, I'd go back to it in less than a couple days and smoke twice as much, as if making up for lost cigarettes.
I cough all the time, sometimes hacking up that brown goo a friend of mine calls "lung butter." It's expensive as hell anymore- up to five bucks a pack where I live, and I smoke a pack a day on average. I don't like the smell of it- not on my clothes, on on my breath. I don't like the yellowish pall that coats my walls and curtains. I don't like anything about it anymore. I reeeeeally wanna quit.
And here I am, with an overflowing ashtray and an unlit cancer stick hanging outta my mouth. It's my second to the last cigarette- there's only one more left in the pack. Cold Turkey... I'm quitting. Everyone who's ever smoked and quit in my family has done it Cold Turkey. Call it a family tradition.
What I do want, is advice or words of wisdom from people who know where I'm at right now, at this moment of truth, nervous at the idea of being without my nicotine crutch, (lighting up that second to the last one right now), unsure I'll make it.
What did you do to resist the craving? Any advice? At all? (puff, puff)
I'm 28, and started smoking fourteen years ago. I holed myself up in my room one January day with two packs of cigarettes I'd sneaked from my parents' 50-carton supply, and didn't stop until I'd smoked every single one. And for a long time, I enjoyed smoking. I liked the ritual of it, the smell of it, the taste of the smoke, learning how to blow smoke rings, inhaling it. I loved laughing at the shocked and revolted look from pinched-faced middle-aged women in the mall who passed by, waving their hands melodramatically in front of their faces as if to clear away the stench even though they were fifty feet away.
I knew how horrible for the health it was, and always told myself I'd quit after ten years or getting pregnant- whichever came first. Well, I didn't get pregnant, and ten years passed, and I waved at them with a cigarette between my fingers as they went by and disappeared on the horizon behind me.
I've now officially been smoking for half my life. I have no other addiction, but it is a full-blown addiction. I've attempted to quit in the past, and each time, I'd go back to it in less than a couple days and smoke twice as much, as if making up for lost cigarettes.
I cough all the time, sometimes hacking up that brown goo a friend of mine calls "lung butter." It's expensive as hell anymore- up to five bucks a pack where I live, and I smoke a pack a day on average. I don't like the smell of it- not on my clothes, on on my breath. I don't like the yellowish pall that coats my walls and curtains. I don't like anything about it anymore. I reeeeeally wanna quit.
And here I am, with an overflowing ashtray and an unlit cancer stick hanging outta my mouth. It's my second to the last cigarette- there's only one more left in the pack. Cold Turkey... I'm quitting. Everyone who's ever smoked and quit in my family has done it Cold Turkey. Call it a family tradition.
What I do want, is advice or words of wisdom from people who know where I'm at right now, at this moment of truth, nervous at the idea of being without my nicotine crutch, (lighting up that second to the last one right now), unsure I'll make it.
What did you do to resist the craving? Any advice? At all? (puff, puff)