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2011

don't anticipate and magnify a thought that does not even exist

are you staying up for the wedding spammers?

 

lol

https://excommunity.becomeanex.org/groups/no-spam-here

 

As the owner of the group i CAN delete it.

The link to the new group is now on my page under groups. Midway down on the left. click on the icon of this picture.

 


nothing on this site but a bunch of spam

what makes you think you MUST smoke when you are awake?


Its an addiction but, when the nicotine is out of your body, it just breaking the old habits.


That's where we come in. We can get you through your disbelief and help you become a non smoker.

The blogs are effectively disabled by spam all night when people might come for help out of desperation.

we report

we report

we report

we report

we report


AND ALL WE GET IS MORE SPAM!!!

 

They even left Monday nights spam up all day yesterday and they were onsite two or three times yesterday

and could have deleted it!.

Freedom of Spam? 

BULLSH*T!

To grow your quit, that is!

get a relational grasp of how many years you smoked

vs

the four months of time it takes to be free


grow that quit!

where's the kill button when you need it?

it's 11:21 pst.

i've been quit nearly 4 1/2 years.

where are the people who want to quit smoking?

where are any of the 429,670 members of this site?

what am I doing checking in to see if anyone needs help before I go to bed for?

You just can't count on anything!!!


LOL

Don't Smoke !!!

this is the jonescarp easy peel method

put 5 medium huge yams in the nuker set at baked potato and let it nuke em

fork them and nuke them longer if they aren't  soft enough for the following step

let them cool for 30 minutes on a large platter

Slice them in half lengthwise and scoop the insides out of the yams with a heavy spoon into a casserole dish

(8 x 8 x 2)

 

there will be lumps and smooth.

Its almost like quitting smoking. Good days and bad.


Back to the dish

put a stick of butter in a measuing cup and nuke for 3o seconds

stir 3/4 cup brown sugar

2 Tablespoons of Nutmeg

1 teaspoon of cinnamon

into that melted butter.

poke some cavities throughout the casserrolled yams

and

Pour that glorius butter juice over the top evenly and into those pockets.


Bake 45 minutes at 350.*

*add marshmallows at your own risk and bake another 10 minutes

don't blame me if you have to piuck people from the floor.


not smokin

jonescarp.aka.dale.Jan_2007

for fun

Posted by jonescarp.aka.dale.Jan_2007 Apr 24, 2011

Humpty Quitty sat on a wall,
Humpty Quitty had a great fall.
All the king's horses and all the king's men
Couldn't get Quitty in balance again

 

 

EFFECTIVELY BLOCKING ANY ACCESS FOR HELP ON THE BLOGS WHICH IS THE MOST ACTIVE PORTION

OF THIS SITE, FOR THE ENTIRE NIGHT.

PLUS,

HERE IT IS FOR ALL OF US TO WAKE UP TO.

OH, AM I SHOUTING?

EXCUSE ME!!!!!

She said her dogs body is shutting down

 

Prayers up Peggy  :-)

That Old Smoking One Is Over!

 

Did you ever think about the additional cost this added to your  "enjoyment" of smoking?

 

I always used to carry cash in my wallet to buy smokes

after I quit I noticed the amount of cash in my wallet pretty much stayed the same.

No cash flow and no cash go

amazing how that works

TIP #1

COME HERE AND

POST "HELP"

BEFORE YOU SMOKE

Yes


and


No

8 spam posts in a row.

 

is this a new record?

by the time you have not smoked for 4 months, you can relax a bit.

you will realize you rarely think of smoking.

the hardest road has been travelled.

now, you need to take life as it comes and focus on living, not quitting.

you've been through as least part of two seasons or one and part of another..

you now need to get through each seasons memory triggers.


and so your next challenge?

make it your first year!

I call No Man's Land that period of time between about 1 month and 3 or 4 months into your quit, or about the time from the end of your first month until you become an Elder. This is a time when many people slip and go into a full relapse and have to start over... if they can start over, that is. I have some observations that may help some of you who are literally hanging on by your fingernails... or who may find yourself there tomorrow.

The first month is an exhausting but exhilirating experience... you are locked in nearly daily struggles and you get the satisfaction of successfully beating your addiction that day. You go to bed a WINNER each night (as Troutnut would say), and you are justifiably proud of yourself. Your friends and family are also supportive as they see you struggling each day to maintain your quit. And you are being constantly supported here, whether or not you post... just being here is good for your quit. And so, the battles are won and it actually becomes easier and the battles occur less often as you finish 30 days or so.

Around 60 days, you're starting to have some really good days, with very few craves and some nice insights about yourself... but then again, you still have some bad days. Those bad days can really be depressing... you begin to wonder if you're ever gonna be able to relax. Your junkie is whispering to you, telling you that 'just one' won't hurt. You've conquered your daily triggers, but now you start trippiing over the occasional ones... a death in the family, unexpectedly bad news, money problems, health problems, going on a long car ride, a trip to the bar, or whatever. You have a strong crave and you begin to doubt your ability to keep your quit.

In addition, the 3D support that you used to get is pretty much gone... non-smokers figure you should be 'over it' by now, smokers don't like to hang around you much because they feel guilty and addicted (remember that feeling?), and people who have quit may not remember just how much love and support you need well into the first few months. They all think you should be 'over it', you think you should be 'over it'... and the temptation is to have 'just one' to see if you ARE over it.

But of course you're not over it, are you? That 'just one' whisper becomes much much louder and becomes 'just one more'... and each time you give in to that whisper, the craves come harder and sooner. The one way to guarantee that your craves will never go away is to light up, to slide that old cigarette needle into your arm and shoot up. Those craves will be back and keep coming back. But if you protect your quit, your craves will eventually weaken and become even fewer and farther between.

As you get to around 100 days or so (some will be a bit longer)... you will begin to really get a healthy perspective on your addiction. You will see the huge role that smoking played in your life, you will see clearly what that addiction really cost you. And you will understand that it was a very high price to pay... the loss of your confidence, your emotions, your self-control... your SELF. All enslaved to your addiction.

And you will begin to see that you can look forward to a non-smoking future without romanticizing your addiction. You see it clearly for the life-stealing evil it was... and is. You see a much different future for yourself than your past has been. And it no longer scares the crap out of you to think that you are done smoking... in fact, you embrace that thought with joy every day.

But you have to get out of No Man's Land first. How can you help yourself? And how can those of us who have been through it help you?

First of all, you need to understand that you aren't alone. If you haven't already done so, make a pinky-finger promise with 2 or 3 good quitbuds and exchange phone numbers with them. Promise to call them if you're ever in trouble, and make them promise the same. These are your 'life and death' quitbuddies... you are literally trusting each other with your lives. Then call them... often. Just to see how they are doing, and to tell them you're doing well too. Be totally honest with them, this is life and death.

Second, understand that you're going to have some unexpectedly bad days... but they are going to be further apart. Shrug them off, laugh your way through them, call your quitbuddies... whatever it takes to get through them without smoking. Some battles will be easy, some will be hard. Come here and post, send qmail, exercise, learn to cook, take up a new hobby. Whatever it takes, keep going to bed a WINNER each night.

Third, ask some of the older qsters to keep an eye on you... to contact you to see how you're doing. I have been asked to do that for several of you recently and I am happy to do that, as I am sure that others are too. We know that you just need to hold on a little bit longer and change your focus just a little to make that breakthrough. And then you will OWN your quit, and it will be a very comfortable thing.

Last, take a deep and honest look at your past life... your life as a smoker and compare it to what your life is like now... and what it will be like in the future. You have to develop that vision of your future, of the person that you are going to BECOME now that you have freed yourself. You have to believe in yourself. You have to love yourself enough to deny yourself your addiction.

No Man's Land doesn't have to be so lonely and scary and dangerous. You need some company and some courage and some faith in yourself. And when you emerge from it, you will not be the same person that entered it.

Never never never question your decision to quit! This is the most loving thing that you will ever do for yourself. A few days of discomfort in exchange for a lifetime of freedom. You will never find another deal like it.

 

i didn't write this but it helped me when i was in no man's land

 

No More!  No More!  I'M FREE!!! 

BE FREE!!!

jonescarp.aka.dale.Jan_2007

Seen This?

Posted by jonescarp.aka.dale.Jan_2007 Apr 14, 2011

 

 

Not One Puff Ever!

When You Quit, Your Pets Quit With You!

One day Chester came running into town naked and Marshall Dillon quite shocked, asked him,

Chester, what are you doing running around nekkid?

Chester began his story with that stutter M-M-M-Mr Dillon, M-M-M-Miss Kitty asked me to hook up the

buckboard  so she could take a ride in the country. then she asked  M-M-M-Me to drive her.

Well M-M-M-Mr Dillon we were about 5 miles out of town and she started taking off her clothes

and asked M-M-M-Me to to take off M-M-M-Mine and then she looked at me and said

Chester! go to town


"Well Here I Am!"

http://www.medicalacupuncture.org/aama_marf/journal/vol10_2/shenmen.html


There are over 300 nerve endings in your ear and approximately the same amount in your foot

 

Some personal testimony

I lost 25 lbs in a month by stimulating some tiny needles in my ear when I was hungry or tense

One was for appetite and one for stress.


My wife had graves disease and was told by the endocrinologist that she would have to take pills for at least 5

years and would be unable to nurse our newborn daughter. She was unwilling to accept those findings and

the  treatment prescribed so she did some reasearch and chose medical accupuncture which brought

all her chemical imbalances back to normal, the progress was verified by monthly blood work.

She never took one pill and it was covered by blue shield.

 

the points in the picture just above are for treating obesity and quitting smoking

http://thelasthealer.wordpress.com/2009/09/16/obesity-treatment-points-ear-acupuncture-can-be-a-big-support-for-weight-control-httplondonshiatsu-com-for-more-information/

http://www.livestrong.com/video/2818-quit-smoking-with-acupuncture/

"App-ne"

Don't worry. Proactiv has created a new product line.

It's called "Pro-app-tiv"

$39.95 a  month for all the apps you can smear on your phone.

 

i'm not going to smoke over it

 

 

Pretty Good Huh?

Deke grew up in the slums of L.A. He never knew his father, and his mother was an alcoholic. Welfare checks provided money for her habit, and Deke was just a liability. From a very early age, he roamed the streets; stealing, and begging for money. He was always hungry and never trusted anyone. As he got older he became interested in drugs -- both using and selling. There was a lot of money in dealing, but it was dangerous. He had to beat people up, and finally, to kill them.

Deke ran into law trouble at age 11, and was in and out of juvenile lockups until adulthood caught up with him. Prison gates slammed behind Deke forever, on his 24 birthday. The conviction was murder one, and the sentence: life.

Now Deke didn't like prison at all, and the longer he stayed, the meaner he got. He started fights in the cafeteria and on the yard. He was big, mean and brutal. Six foot six and 247 pounds of muscle and anger. He beat up other inmates for the fun of it, and killed a cell mate over an argument about a cigarette. He choked him to death before the guards arrived. He was put in solitary confinement, didn't help, then was transfered to a maximum security prison for incorrigibles. Deke was considered hopeless by penal system authorities.

His behaviour was so bad at the maximum lockup he had to be kept in solitary. He would attack anything that moved. He could not be allowed outside his cell without four guards in attendance, so he stayed in his cell nearly all the time. At night, he would rage against the bars, hitting them and shouting obscenities at the guards, pleading for them to kill him. This would continue for hours before Deke became exhausted and fell asleep.

The warden petitioned the state to place Deke in an institution for the criminally insane, but was turned down. The mental health people refused to take Deke due to his history of violence. So Deke soon held the record for days in solitary, his food pushed under the bars, and his cell hosed down weekly to keep it somewhat sanitary. More animal than human, this was Deke's lifestyle.

On the nights Deke wasn't raging at the bars, he would sit on his cot and watch the rats scurring around his cell looking for food. He tried to hit or kick them, but was seldom fast enough. They came in the evening, when the sun went down, to clean up bits of food Deke spilled from the flimsy paper plates the guards brought him.

One night when the rats came, Deke noticed one of them was different. Moving slow and lighter in color than the rest. This rat was lean and small, pulling itself across the floor with two front legs. Deke noticed the rat had been injured, one back leg was totally useless, and the other just kicking at the floor, more like a rudder than a propeller of its tiny body. Deke's first thought was to smash this small varment to put it out of its misery. As he waited for the injured rat to get closer, he noticed how the other rats nipped, pushed and took food away from it; thinking only of themselves; not caring if the injured rat had anything to eat. When Deke started to kill the rat, something deep inside him, long forgotten, buried under a thousand fears -- stirred. Just for a fleeting moment Deke saw himself as that injured rat. He thought: "that's me, I am just a crippled rat that no one cares about." Holding this thought, Deke allowed the small rodent safe passage from his cell that night.

When they brought food the next day, Deke stuffed some bread in his pockets, hoping the crippled rat would return in the evening. He had thought about the rat all day and chose the name Eeke for it. That's what women would scream when they saw a rat and it rhymed with Deke. "Deke and Eeke;" he thought; "two cripples living in a world where nobody cares if they live or die."

Sure enough, Eeke showed up at dusk, dragging his pale, thin body across the floor with his two front feet. Deke quickly removed the bread from his pocket and placed it in the corner of his cell, between the bunk and the back wall. Several of the healthy rats started to make for the food, but Deke met them with hands and feet flailing about, kicking and swatting, chasing them away from the small pile of bread. Eeke started for the bread also, however, the injured Eeke seemed to sense what was happening and made for the back wall of the tiny cell and eased down to the corner, making it easier for Deke to allow him to pass while keeping the others at bay. For the first time in days, Eeke ate a good meal, undisturbed by the other rats.

This same scenario was repeated for several days. Each day Deke would find more things to barricade the corner. Cardboard, paper plates, and clothes, provided a wall between the food and the rats. A small space near the back wall was left open for Eeke to enter. In the corner "food fort" Deke provided water and a bed of clothes as well as food for Eeke. After a couple of weeks, Eeke stopped leaving the cell after he ate; content to sleep on the bed provided.

Deke still wanted to do more for his friend. He asked the guards if he could get a book from the prison library on the care of small animals. Now, the guards had noticed he hadn't been raging at the bars for awhile, and even seemed a little pleasant when they brought his food, so they got him the book with a warning that if he destroyed it, he would get no more books. They knew why he wanted it, making pets of rats was nothing new in prison, they just didn't know the rat was injured.

Deke had a hard time reading and understanding the book. He had missed a lot of school. So, he asked for a dictionary and some books to help him read better. He got these too. Because he seemed so different now, the guards asked him if he would like to have yard priviledges, but he declined, muttering something about defending an eek.

After a month or two, Deke read enough to know he couldn't help his friend Eeke medically, so he sent the book back to the library asking for some regular reading material. The guards brought him some Biographies and books on History. Deke would set, and read these books all day. Often reading them out loud and discussing them with Eeke, who was usually asleep at this time. He reached the point where he was reading two or three books a week. During this time, the guards would often ask if he wanted to go to the yard for exercise, or to the cafeteria to eat, but Deke always declined, saying he needed his privacy. The guards came to respect him and were glad he had changed, so they didn't push him to do those things.

Then one day, it happened. After many months of close friendship, Eeke died. Deke found him early in the morning, on his little bed, he had died during the night. After Deke had determined that his friend, (the only friend he had ever known), was really dead. He did something that he had never done before in his entire life -- he cried. He cried for hours, his tears washing 35 years of pain out of his system along with the grief of losing Eeke. He had never loved anyone or anything before Eeke.

Early the next morning, Deke called to the guard, and asked to be taken to the yard for exercise. The guard was aware of what was happening, but said nothing. He even noticed the small bundle of clothes Deke carried with him, but said nothing. As soon as Deke was in the yard, he quickly walked to the corner of the prison wall and stooped to dig a small hole in the ground. He used a metal spoon stolen from the cafeteria years earlier. Swiftly, he put the small bundle of clothes and the spoon in the hole, closing it, patting down and smoothing the dirt with his hands. Turning to the guard, Deke asked to go back to his cell, the guard complied, saying nothing.

Deke asked for books on death and dying, emotions, love, self-help and God. Before long, he was granted library priviledges and spent hours there, just looking and reading. He also ate in the cafeteria and walked in the yard every day. Deke made pets out of other rats, but it was not the same as Eeke. He would never forget Eeke. It was Eeke, he came to understand, that saved his life. The more he read and understood about himself, the more he noticed the pain in the faces of other inmates. He saw it in the yard, the cafeteria and especially at night in the cells.

When Deke went out into the yard, he would talk to other inmates about their feelings. Try to help them control their anger and fear. A small group of men would form around him to listen, as Deke talked about himself, and how he had changed because of Eeke. He gave them hope for the future, how to stay out of prison, once they served their time. Deke was respected in the yard, and looked up to by the guards, who noticed that those listening to him were becoming model prisoners.

The warden of the prison heard about Deke's recovery and called him in to talk. Deke and the warden talked a long time, most of the morning. When Deke left the warden's office, he had a new task at the prison. Deke agreed to teach a class on a regular basis, telling about himself, and trying to help other inmates in the way he helped himself. This was the beginning of a new career for Deke, one that would last the rest of his life.

Deke's class went from a handful of people once a week to crowded classrooms three times a week, in less than a year. Deke was like them, he knew their language, what they were afraid of, and how to help them. Wardens in other prisons soon heard about Deke and wanted to set up similar programs, so Deke was escorted to four other prisons to talk, hold classes, and help set up those programs with inmates, who like himself, had learned to love.

While Deke had learned to love through the help of an injured rat named Eeke, he never lost his roughness completely. On one occasion he picked up a heckler, chair and all, and through him out the door of the classroom so hard that he hit the wall on the other side of the hall and was knocked unconscious. Everyone knew that you didn't mess around with Deke. (The heckler, a con named "Red," asked to come back to Deke's class after he recovered, and eventually became one of Deke's best students.)

It was Deke's habit to get to the room early, and as the inmates arrived he would greet them and ask a couple of questions. He asked: "Do you think you are street smart," and "Do you believe you know what life is all about." Nearly everyone answered these questions with a big "Yes." After the class was seated, Deke would stand in front of them with a big scowl on his face and say something like this: "I asked you men a couple of questions, and you said you were smart and knew what life was all about." "Well, if you're so goddamned smart, why are you living in a six by eight foot cell, eating slop for food, and doing what someone else wants you to do all day." "While only two miles south from here, there are people swimming in their own pools, eating steak, coming and going as they please and doing what they want." "You don't look very damned smart to me." That got their attention, and the class would begin.

Deke was very effective. Those who attended his classes regularly almost never returned to prison after their time was up. Deke helped hundreds get out of prison, and stay out. The program continues today, even though Deke died many years ago. They had to hold two memorial services for Deke, one inside the prison, in the yard, hundreds came. And one at a local stadium, thousands came to honor this man who taught them to love.

Now the moral of this story is: it doesn't matter how many people love you or don't love you. What matters is THAT YOU LOVE. Learning to love is not that hard. There are lots of "Eeks" around. You see them every day, people that need your help, things that need to be done. You learn to love yourself by loving others.

http://aleroy.com/deke.htm

You tell me yours and I'll tell you mine!

 

Life's one choice after another,
then you live them, choose wisely

the smoke is cooled somewhat but, the carcinogens are still getting into your lungs.

THAT'S 5 PACKS IN 45 MINUTES PEOPLE!!!!

New study at SanDiegoStateUniversity

its been a week and no changes to her page or responses to queries.

 

i'm worried about her and her quit.

AND LET'S GO FOR A WALK!

 

either way.....i will not smoke

 

and they will still get paid!

.

Life just is......


when you are stuck in a room full of smokers you will just excuse yourself or not be there in the first place

when you reach for a ghost pack and realize you don't miss it? You are already free.

when you smell it and if it smells good? that's ok, no reason to smoke.

you will  get past ALL THIS CRAP.

 

 

In This Photo: Non Smoking is on the left and Smoking is on the right


It takes some time but just a smidgeon compared to how long you smoked.

Tell admin they spammed your blog and copy the link to the blog and paste it in the report.


Let's Light A Fire Under These Spammers Butts!

???WTF???

We Know Different!

I often walk up to a group of smokers and say "I did that for 40 years"

it's very non confrontational if they know you were a smoker.

 

And they always ask

"How did you stop?" and there is a look of desperation in their eyes when they say it.

It makes them stop and think and creates  a small ***** in their armor of disbelief

I am teaching my daughter to cook this tomorrow and because its so unique for a stroganoff, I thought I'd post it.   It tastes very light compared to the typical brown based stroganoff over buttered noodles.

 

Moms' Stroganoff

2 lbs Round steak-set in freezer just before prep to make the meat  stiffer so it is easier to cut into strips

Or,

defrost on counter 1 ½ hours before cutting if frozen

Cut into ½” x ½” strips 5 inches or so long

 

1 large onion sliced

Package fresh sliced mushrooms

1 large or 2 small Green Bell peppers seeded and sliced into strips

2 large cans tomato sauce (29 oz each)

1 12oz can tomato paste

4 T cooking oil to brown meat

Salt & Pepper

Instant Rice and Sour Cream To Serve

 

Brown the meat strips in the oil

Add the onion and cook until translucent

Add the salt and pepper to taste

Add the bell pepper, mushrooms and the tomato sauce and paste

Simmer for at least an hour

Make your instant rice

 

Serve at the table

Put your instant rice on your plates

Stir 1 1/2 cups sour cream into the sauce just before serving over the rice and Save the other ½ cup for dolloping at the table 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3GUouELhAdU


neither of them smoke so don't you either

416,492 members

that means 416,092 are spammers and their backups.

we had spam from 4 or 5 different users last night and yet, they always spam the same crap.

http%3A%2F%2Fs155.photobucket.com%2Falbums%2Fs296%2Fjonescarp%2F%3Faction%3Dview%26current%3DOklahoma.mp4

Started smoking at rehearsals after I joined this group

Very stressful 10 hour rehearsals 3 times a week and 110 miles each way

(and that was after going to high school half a day)

i was 17 when i did this show. we did 6 or 8 over the next year +

Use Us!

Ask questions!

We've been where you are and some of us have spent many many thousands of hours interacting with

people trying to quit smoking to give you the most direct path to success

Don't stumble in and out of quitting

you wouldn't keep choosing hell as a vacation destination would you?

http://www.everydayhealth.com/sleep-pictures/common-sleep-thieves.aspx?xid=nl_EverydayHealthManagingDiabetes_20110404

 

Also, if my mind is cluttered. I get up and type it all out and save it for the next morning so I don't let it keep me awake

then I set an alarm which keeps me from worrying I might oversleep

for some, this site is often the only support they have to keep them from smoking

if they get tempted.

rarely, this site has been known to crash and be unreachable. sometimes an hour

sometimes 6 hours or more.

new people, make friends here and get phone numbers.

and get some people in 3d you can be accountable to.

 

dale

he bombed in detroit but  succeeded in chicago.

how?

he changed it up.

he took out what didn't didn't work.

you can be "winning" and let him keep smoking

ps

its hard to do caps when you're holding a netbook overhead with one hand.

lol

When they are a fish out of water

I could have smoked two packs these past three hours.

But I let tobacco go over 4 years ago

I understood it didn't make me less frustrated or promise any easy solution.

So now in those times I just towel off my brain and continue forward

Your Smokin' Butt

 Your smokin’ butt   It turns me off

 Your smokin’ butt  It makes me cough

 It makes your lungs a nasty brown

 Your smokin' butt it brings me down 

driven by a pack of cigarettes with a lighter riding shotgun.


BUT I didn't smoke


April Fools!!!!

lalalalalallala

Apple or Cherry?

 

They all work for me!

I call No Man's Land that period of time between about 1 month and 3 or 4 months into your quit, or about the time from the end of your first month until you become an Elder. This is a time when many people slip and go into a full relapse and have to start over... if they can start over, that is. I have some observations that may help some of you who are literally hanging on by your fingernails... or who may find yourself there tomorrow.

The first month is an exhausting but exhilirating experience... you are locked in nearly daily struggles and you get the satisfaction of successfully beating your addiction that day. You go to bed a WINNER each night (as Troutnut would say), and you are justifiably proud of yourself. Your friends and family are also supportive as they see you struggling each day to maintain your quit. And you are being constantly supported here, whether or not you post... just being here is good for your quit. And so, the battles are won and it actually becomes easier and the battles occur less often as you finish 30 days or so.

Around 60 days, you're starting to have some really good days, with very few craves and some nice insights about yourself... but then again, you still have some bad days. Those bad days can really be depressing... you begin to wonder if you're ever gonna be able to relax. Your junkie is whispering to you, telling you that 'just one' won't hurt. You've conquered your daily triggers, but now you start trippiing over the occasional ones... a death in the family, unexpectedly bad news, money problems, health problems, going on a long car ride, a trip to the bar, or whatever. You have a strong crave and you begin to doubt your ability to keep your quit.

In addition, the 3D support that you used to get is pretty much gone... non-smokers figure you should be 'over it' by now, smokers don't like to hang around you much because they feel guilty and addicted (remember that feeling?), and people who have quit may not remember just how much love and support you need well into the first few months. They all think you should be 'over it', you think you should be 'over it'... and the temptation is to have 'just one' to see if you ARE over it.

But of course you're not over it, are you? That 'just one' whisper becomes much much louder and becomes 'just one more'... and each time you give in to that whisper, the craves come harder and sooner. The one way to guarantee that your craves will never go away is to light up, to slide that old cigarette needle into your arm and shoot up. Those craves will be back and keep coming back. But if you protect your quit, your craves will eventually weaken and become even fewer and farther between.

As you get to around 100 days or so (some will be a bit longer)... you will begin to really get a healthy perspective on your addiction. You will see the huge role that smoking played in your life, you will see clearly what that addiction really cost you. And you will understand that it was a very high price to pay... the loss of your confidence, your emotions, your self-control... your SELF. All enslaved to your addiction.

And you will begin to see that you can look forward to a non-smoking future without romanticizing your addiction. You see it clearly for the life-stealing evil it was... and is. You see a much different future for yourself than your past has been. And it no longer scares the crap out of you to think that you are done smoking... in fact, you embrace that thought with joy every day.

But you have to get out of No Man's Land first. How can you help yourself? And how can those of us who have been through it help you?

First of all, you need to understand that you aren't alone. If you haven't already done so, make a pinky-finger promise with 2 or 3 good quitbuds and exchange phone numbers with them. Promise to call them if you're ever in trouble, and make them promise the same. These are your 'life and death' quitbuddies... you are literally trusting each other with your lives. Then call them... often. Just to see how they are doing, and to tell them you're doing well too. Be totally honest with them, this is life and death.

Second, understand that you're going to have some unexpectedly bad days... but they are going to be further apart. Shrug them off, laugh your way through them, call your quitbuddies... whatever it takes to get through them without smoking. Some battles will be easy, some will be hard. Come here and post, send qmail, exercise, learn to cook, take up a new hobby. Whatever it takes, keep going to bed a WINNER each night.

Third, ask some of the older qsters to keep an eye on you... to contact you to see how you're doing. I have been asked to do that for several of you recently and I am happy to do that, as I am sure that others are too. We know that you just need to hold on a little bit longer and change your focus just a little to make that breakthrough. And then you will OWN your quit, and it will be a very comfortable thing.

Last, take a deep and honest look at your past life... your life as a smoker and compare it to what your life is like now... and what it will be like in the future. You have to develop that vision of your future, of the person that you are going to BECOME now that you have freed yourself. You have to believe in yourself. You have to love yourself enough to deny yourself your addiction.

No Man's Land doesn't have to be so lonely and scary and dangerous. You need some company and some courage and some faith in yourself. And when you emerge from it, you will not be the same person that entered it.

Never never never question your decision to quit! This is the most loving thing that you will ever do for yourself. A few days of discomfort in exchange for a lifetime of freedom. You will never find another deal like it.

 

i didn't write this but it helped me when i was in no man's land

If You See These Words On The Package? Don't Buy It!

 

Did you hear about the nose hair trimmer that grabbed the inside of someones nose and not only wouldn't

trim the hair but wouldn't let go?

damn that hurt

 

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