I remember clearly when 12 days seemed improbable! 125 seemed impossible! Yet, here I am at 1250! It wasn't because my quit was easy and smooth. From Day 1 I knew that I had COPD. On Day 100 I had been laid off from my job at the height of the recession. The following January, I lost my lifetime anchor, my Godmother. My Son suffered from pleurisy which looks like a heart attack but is actually a lung disease. That and so much more...
I thought about smoking at stressful times, I imagined myself being relieved by smoking, I even thought I wanted to smoke. But I didn't smoke. What did I do instead?
- I used my life lines
- I blogged
- I let myself imagine not just the smoking part but the after smoking part - the shame, disgust, frustration, futility, self-recrimination,,,,,
But there's more to it than that! My quit is strong because every day I came here and read, read, read. I posted some rather ridiculous blogs which I never deleted no matter how much I disliked them the next day. I celebrated milestones. I made friends, joined groups, commented, participated. I grew my Quititude!
Think of it as a bank account:
stinking smokey thinking takes out a withdrawal but Quititude makes a deposit! Make sure that you don't overdraw your account! Make those deposits of Quititude for the rainy day of cravings, thoughts, memories, temptations. You may struggle like heck and have a miserable day but you'll go to bed that night Smoke FREE and continue to stack up those Days!
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