Warning, not a positive post:
I've been thinking about how to write this post for about two weeks. I didnt want to scare anyone on their journey, and I didnt want anyone to tell me i just didnt find my quit yet. Send hugs, smiley, and eat a pear slice...
February 28 2019 I got the flu and quit cold turkey and it was a breeze! After gaining 30 lbs in 6 months though, I learned that I developed hypothyroidism. I also have IBS now, and had to start taking SSRI's for my gut last month, my hormones started raging and I'm now pretty unhealthy since starting my quitting journey.
I have white knuckled this quit for months, determined to see this through, even fat, sick and miserable.
I was young, happy, funny, energetic, full of life and seemingly healthy when I quit. Everyday is a struggle of feeling bad now. I know we would think lung disease is bad, as is cancer, copd, etc, but at what cost am I doing this for me? At what value to my daily existence? I exercised, ate healthy, yoga, hiked and ran before I quit, now im sick, bloated and in gut pain all the time.
I am having a hard time convincing myself this was the best thing I could have done for my life, health and happiness. But it's done now, no sense in wasting this for nothing.
The answer is just dont give up, it'll get better, good job on a year, NOPE and all of the things. I'm sure I would say the same. The idea of bothering to smoke now seems just silly, but at what cost did I do this?
I know this isn't the norm, but I fell apart and it sucks. This is nothing like I thought my 1 year celebration post was going to sound like.
