I happened to look at my "quitmeter" this morning and it reads-- 5 months, 1 day.
I used to count the seconds, not the days of my quit.
I didn't know how or why I was quitting.
I was afraid of my quit, I was more afraid of what would happen if I didn't quit.
I thought about my quit all day long. In the car, after a meal, when I talked to friends. I planned new physical activities and hobbies to keep my mind occupied during the weekends-- when I would smoke the most.
Time crawled by.... and then I would have waves of "normal." Indeed I had my cravings, some so intense at month 2, I nearly rationalized the "just one." I didn't cave.
The waves of normal began to string together into whole moments of forgetting, and living. Those moments became months.... and here I am today.
I was captive to cigarettes. I loved them, they were an integral part of my life, and appendage, a best friend.
If any of you are struggling with time, with rationalization-- please please trust me-- take it from the big addict-- IT WILL PASS.
And you too will look up-- and Five Months will pass. You will breathe. Your hair will smell good. You will forget.
I promise.
I used to count the seconds, not the days of my quit.
I didn't know how or why I was quitting.
I was afraid of my quit, I was more afraid of what would happen if I didn't quit.
I thought about my quit all day long. In the car, after a meal, when I talked to friends. I planned new physical activities and hobbies to keep my mind occupied during the weekends-- when I would smoke the most.
Time crawled by.... and then I would have waves of "normal." Indeed I had my cravings, some so intense at month 2, I nearly rationalized the "just one." I didn't cave.
The waves of normal began to string together into whole moments of forgetting, and living. Those moments became months.... and here I am today.
I was captive to cigarettes. I loved them, they were an integral part of my life, and appendage, a best friend.
If any of you are struggling with time, with rationalization-- please please trust me-- take it from the big addict-- IT WILL PASS.
And you too will look up-- and Five Months will pass. You will breathe. Your hair will smell good. You will forget.
I promise.

