Fallen off the Face of the Earth
No I haven’t fallen off the face of the earth, I’ve just been really, really, really (really?) busy.
I didn’t mention that my snookey and I quit smoking again (again!?!) for our New Year’s resolution. We started stopping on January 4th and have held tight ever since. Although I should mention that the very first night after I got home from work, as we were both yapping about how we’d like a cigarette, my snookey was the first to cave and tell me that he’d run to the store… did I want a large pack or a small? That’s our usual modus operandi – that’s why every time we’ve quit, we end up just quitting for a day and then smoking at night.
But I was strong, boys and girls, I said, “I don’t want either… I don’t smoke”. Well that wiped the hopeful look off his face, but the good thing is that from that one little decision, it’s now been a week without smoking. It’s at this point that my sense of smell is really coming back strong.
As a matter of fact, yesterday, when I went to heat up my lunch in the microwave at work, one of the smokers who I used to see outside, started talking to me about something. At first I was affronted by this big smell. And I couldn’t place it. It was almost like a hit in the face. Then I figured out what the smell was and it was the smoking smell. Never have I smelled that so strongly, even when I’ve quit smoking before. Anyway, after smelling that I started to realize that I was never fooling anybody with my hiding my smoking – with smells that strong, every non-smoker probably smelled me from 5 yards away.
So, aside from not smoking, we also joined a gym. We spent numerous nights going and checking out different places and finally decided on one. So every stinking night (or day as on the weekend), we’ve been off to the gym doing various things. Tonight is supposed to be some training orientation on how to properly use the machines, but that doesn’t start til 7:00, so I had some time to myself and figured I’d better write something before you thought I was dead.
After that we’ll race home and watch our new season of recorded American Idol. Gotta watch this year for sure since it’s Simon’s last season and Ellen DeGeneres has joined the show. I know it’ll be more same old, same old, but, WTF, it’s not like anything else is worth watching either.
So that’s it ladies and gentlemen. I imagine in a few months I will not look like the pig I am, and I’ll be a healthier little ham that’s not smoked (oh, I’m good). I look forward to seeing and feeling some benefits. Cuz otherwise…. I coulda had a V8 smoke.
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Thanks, Lyndon. I’m trying for the final time of quitting (after 38 years of two packs a day) – I can’t seem to do anything in moderation, that’s why it’s all or nothing. Although I’d love to be one of those people who could just have a smoke now and then. But I can’t.
Good Luck with your quitting. I’ve managed a week one time,
but I found a partial pack between the couch cushions. It’s pretty easy to fall off the wagon when you get stressed!
I know, JimBob, stress is a good reason to go back to it, I’ve used it many times unconsciously, the, ‘OMG, this is happening, I need a smoke’ feeling.
I think we were ready for this, though… even though on one level I feel like I don’t want to quit.
It’s going well. It’s two weeks now and, other than still reaching for a smoke or to light up sometimes, it’s been fairly easy so far.
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is the new 30. I want the world to close their mouths when they’re eating or chewing gum. If they don’t, I want to elbow them in the face.
Good luck with both your endeavors!!
Don’t know if it will help your motivation, but my father quit smoking after 30 something years. Used the patch and a lot of will power. Plus, I think you can do it