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I pledge to pledge

Posted by c2q Jan 1, 2017

Thanks to everybody who joined the December pledge. It was great to see you there. We didn't come close to breaking the record, but what a great party, eh? Thanks to Terrie for always starting us off. It surprises me that more people don't pledge every day. that simple act, waxed onto my quit armor, helps me maintain my quititude.

I pledge early in the day. I drink my morning coffee, plan my day, just that bit more secure in my quit. If a thought of smoking wanders into my mind, I can tell it to come back tomorrow. I've pledged already today, you fool. I won't be smoking today. I get through the moment, the urge moves on. The key is that I have an automatic "I never did care about the little things" to save my butt.

It's become my favorite EX habit, my daily pledge.

Protect your quit. Polish your quit armor. The day may come when you need it.

I pledge to pledge everyday in 2017.


let' break the pledge record!

Posted by c2q Dec 31, 2016

Today's the day! Last chance this year to pledge your commitment to your quit. Come on down! A pledge is a powerful tool. Hope you can join us. There's 300 pledges so far this month - think we can break the record???


Carrots and Sticks

Posted by c2q Dec 26, 2016

Hi EXers. I couldn't get the line spacing to cooperate on this blog post, so I've saved it as a .jpg. Please excuse the odd look of it.


Joy to you

Posted by c2q Dec 25, 2016

Wishing you the wonders of the season and joy in the new year.


what about you?

Posted by c2q Dec 15, 2016

About 100 days ago I began posting on this site again, after being all but inactive for two years. I had not thought twice about smoking for all that time. I thought I had nothing to contribute here that wasn't already being said by many great, insightful elders. I had no need to keep my quit armor up, I was quit. Until I had an urge to smoke that almost did me in.

Two things happened when I blogged here again: you helped me save my 5 year quit - coming back here saved my quit - and I discovered that staying connected here is an important tool for me to continue protecting that quit. Everything else is gravy.

My ego wants me to say that I have a distinct voice to offer, yada yada yada, humor in uniform, blah blah blah. I say instead,

I am here, every day, to protect my quit, have some fun doing it, and get a dose of quititude from all y'all.

I reclaimed this site for myself about 100 days ago. That may seem weird to new quitters, but it's all part of the journey. What's in 100 days? When I go back and read my blog from 100 days into my quit, it's boring as sin. I hit a high note at 3 months, and then not again until about 6 months. But that was just me. What about you?


It all goes up in smoke

Posted by c2q Dec 12, 2016

Nicotine is nicotine, folks. If you're of a mind, or even if you're not, check out these articles.

I would start the conversation, but I've been known to get my rant on over issues like this. So take a look for yourself.


My night in pictures

Posted by c2q Dec 6, 2016

My night in (5) pictures.

1) This is Elle. She's our 5 month old bag of curious energy. Lithe. Stealthy. A hunter.

2) This is a human ankle. A moving ankle is catnip on a stick to Elle.

3) This is our office, shared by me, my husband, and Elle.

4) This is the corner of the glass desk-top that I walked by last night in the dark to plug in my cell phone. I fell into it when Elle pounced on my ankles in the dark.

5) This is my jaw today.  My ribs, shoulder and knee are bruised as well.

The moral or my story? Turn the light on. Watch for the sneaky cat.

Or, in Quittish, beware the triggers that pounce when you least expect them. 


the shallow well

Posted by c2q Nov 27, 2016

A man needed water for his family. He began digging a well in his yard, which was very hard work. After digging 6 or 7  feet he ran into a bed of sand. He thought, "I can't find water here." So he began digging another well a little ways away. This time just when he thought he must be close, he ran into a rock formation. He thought, "I must dig somewhere else." He continued, all around a large area, digging holes, hitting obstacles and starting over. He never found water.

To quit smoking, it's the same. You have to keep digging when you run into a hard spot. You can begin where you are, no matter where you are. You can use any tools that you like. You will find what you are looking for If you do the work. 


therefore . . . do the math

Posted by c2q Nov 20, 2016

Just saw this a few minutes ago. Had to share. 


Butterflies for kittens

Posted by c2q Nov 19, 2016

In one corner, the understanding that I am always one cigarette away from smoking again.

In the other corner, the sheer bliss of being.

Let the dance begin.

Today is the Great American Smokeout. Want to know if it works? Read this and see if you agree with the University of San Diego study that says it does.

If you are preparing to quit, why not make today the day? Even if you quit for just the day or even a few hours, join millions of Americans today in not smoking. Check out the links below for more information.


I am

Posted by c2q Nov 14, 2016

Thomas and I must have been drinking the same Kool-Aid this morning. I was just thinking about the fact that how we talk about ourselves matters.

It was a major break through for me when I made a decision to stop trying to quit. To just be quit. Do what the quit do. Be the quit.

Not so much a decision, really, as a new set of clothes. Tried on a quit and took it in to fit me. took the tag off. Had to keep it.

Case in point:  I was well into adulthood when I learned that I was am really amazing at miniature golf. How did I get so good over night? some magic trick? Sort of. I watch until I can see the ball going into the hole before I take the shot. I feel the swing before I take it.

Stop trying. Accept the fact that you can make the shot. Yes, you are that good.

Be in the present. Think in the present tense. Not "I will" or "I was" but I am. 


Achy bones and all

Posted by c2q Nov 13, 2016

Before I even opened my eyes this morning, in that few seconds between sleep and waking, I was reminded that I am not young any more. It can be like switching universes, waking from a dream.

In my dreams, as far as I can remember, I am ageless. I may dream from a child's perspective, with Alice in Wonderlandish imagery. That's usually fun, and a little bit scary. Or I may dream the dreams of my early twenties - save the world! Look at me save the world! 

Most often, I dream the common dreams. Bits of my day, bits of my past, stepping through the lens of what makes me me. Last night I had spectacularly vivid dreams. I was exploring somewhere, I remember that. A friend, or friends, were travelling with me. We were excited about something. We were in the middle of discovering . . . something. And then a sound or ray of light crept under my eyelids and I began to wake.

I became aware first of my shoulder. Throbbing ache. Old injury. And then my lower back. Herniated discs. Familiar pain. Slowly my body awoke to this day. This stage of this life. My first thought as I awoke was how my whole body hadn't ached in unison since before I moved to drier weather. And then it dawned on me that it must be humid out. If it's very humid, maybe there's fog. I love a foggy morning. I haven't seen a foggy morning since I lived elsewhere.

And I was off to the window, achy bones and all.

I just found this wonderful little post about how to deal with emotional triggers when you're stuck in a negative feeling. It hit my sore spot. If anyone knows how to scrunch down and wallow in a negative emotion, that would be the old me.

We all need to reset once in a while.


looking a little odd in places

Posted by c2q Nov 7, 2016

If you can make it to the end of this, there's cookies.

1) Henry Wordsworth Longfellow was a great American poet who also wrote a cute little poem:

"There was a little girl who had a little curl right in the middle of her forehead. When she was good, she was very very good, but when she was bad, she was horrid."

My father told me that poem a hundred times when I was little. I knew it was because I was his curly haired daughter, and he loved quoting the poets he loved.

2) About 9 months into my quit, I wrote an odd litte post that was a play on Longfellow's words:

"When I quit, I was very very quit, but when I was quit, I was happy. Don’t try, do."

Yes. I hoped someone would get the reference. Lucky I didn't expect it though, because no one did. To press the "publish" button on a post like that is a very selfish act. I posted that one for my own quit's sake.

3) There's not one person here who can give you their quit. Mine is going to look a little odd in places, but it suits me fine. I like to look at the quits of everyone here. I like examining the details, the thread count, the washing instructions. Then I lay it back down and wrap my own quit around me. You can use this site to do that, too.