Another new year is coming upon us again. My how time flies. To think last year around this time I was standing by my back porch with the door open smoking my 2 to 3 cigarettes I allowed myself every day. Being in a continuous withdrawal but in my mind I was doing good. I tried so hard to do this cold turkey. My dealing with the physical symptoms and the mind games was too much for me to deal with all at once. For a few months prior I was trying wellbutrin, e-cigs, drops, inhalers, nothing was helping. Of course one thing I didn't follow through on was tracking my cigarettes to figure out the times I was smoking the most and the reason for it. Never really took the time to fill out that little section about what I'm going to do instead of smoking. Kind of got the hang of that about a month and a half later. Guess I'm a late bloomer.
Now after being quit now for almost 11 months, I've learned how important it is not to take this quit for granted. Not to become complacent. There's a boatload of blogs about that very subject. The search that I did in the search bar for complacent pulled up nine pages about the subject. Complacent means pleased with one's self often without awareness of some potential danger. Sometimes as time moves on we think that we've mastered the quit game and don't have to worry about it. We've got all the bases covered. I've been quit this long, I can handle anything.
Danger, danger, STOP, DROP and ROLL. The minute you let your guard down, the minute you don't recognize the addictive thinking, habits, signs popping up, you're treading deep water. The thoughts of smoking diminish over time. There's days that you don't even think about it one bit. But trust me, somewhere, sometime, something is going to pop up and you have to have a plan. A general overall plan. A one-size-fits-all solution. I've had quite a few of those pop up over these 11 months. What I do is simply tell myself either out loud or to myself, you'll be fine, let it pass, you'll be fine. In about five to ten minutes, it passes.
I've lost many of a quit year after year due to anger, being frustrated over something, someone or something just is not working like it should. I truly believe sometimes I worked myself up into a tizzy just to give myself an excuse to smoke. I can't say a reason because to have a reason is to have a purpose. There is no purpose to smoking. We're just finding an excuse to feed our addictive self. That little bit of a personality trait that we all have. Physically we are no longer addicted to nicotine, but the emotional dance lingers on. It likes to do a little tap dance once in a while, but I'll be fine, let it pass, I'll be fine..............