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Acclimate to your quit

Posted by c2q Jun 12, 2017

How's the weather over there in your quit? Here in mine, there's lingering rain, with more isolated thunderstorms on the way. This kind of weather can make for a beautiful sky, like the sunset yesterday.

                                                      Maybe a successful quit is a matter of learning how to acclimate to our new smokefree selves.


Sunny days and rainy days don't impact my quit any more, but I used to let them be triggers. Bright hot sun? Give me a cigarette. Rainy and drippy? Hand me a smoke please. And my urge to smoke when it was cold seemed to be in direct proportion to how likely it was that my fingers would freeze to the cigarette paper. If there was weather, it was reason to smoke.


If you want to smoke, anything can be a trigger. If you don't want to smoke, nothing is.


Your body is designed to continually fine tune its operating system for optimum performance. Think about that.


If you go where it's hot, you'll sweat more. Hang out in cold climates, you'll get more hungry more often. Those are automatic reflexes. True acclimation takes time. For example, at higher elevations, it can take days or even weeks for your body to develop the extra red blood cells that will help you breathe the thinner air. In hotter climates, it will also take days or weeks for your inner thermostat to reset. But it will. You will begin to sweat at a lower temperature, you'll sweat more profusely, and you'll give up less salt in the process. That's acclimation.


So say "thanks" to your body for all that it does for you. The longer you stay quit, the more your body will find ways to say "thank you" back.


More MRIs? Yikes

Posted by c2q Jun 8, 2017

I have been messing around since sunup, taking pictures, commenting on blogs, riding the train. 

I left until too late this blog post about the MRIs and xrays I have scheduled for today.

Five years ago I went through a battery of MRIs on my back, from the base of my skull to my tail bone. On the second to the last one, the techs made my day by complementing on me on how well I held up over and over. On the last one, I couldn't do it. I had gotten this mental image from a movie of Tom Cruise being shoved over and over again into a drawer in a wall - I absolutely could not make myself get into that MRI machine, all blocked down so that I couldn't move, laying in pain on my crumbling spine.


Five years forward, living in a new town, new doctors, new insurance, and I am facing MRIs again because my old ones are too old.


This is not something I want to do. I am getting them done under anesthesia, which makes me feel like a coward and a flake. So, off I go, humility in hand. Wish me luck.


This image is of the sunrise this morning from my balcony.


Dear Nic

Posted by c2q Jun 6, 2017

That all you got?