Yikes! I’m up 12 lbs now. I know, it’s better than smoking, but 12 lbs is a lot for me. I began my quit at 128 lbs. That’s a bit underweight for my 5’6” frame, but not by a big margin. And I’ve gained nearly 2 inches in my waist. I gained 6 lbs pretty quickly and went out and bought 2 pairs of “fat” pants thinking I’d lose the weight fairly quickly like in past quits. Now those pants are tight.
For the last couple of weeks, I’ve been wondering why this quit feels so much harder than previous ones. And when I got on the scales this morning, and saw I’d gained twice as much weight as previous quits, I couldn’t understand that. Then, as Jackie would say, I had an AHA moment. In all my previous quits, I never gave up the NRT. I’m embarrassed to say that on one quit, I went 2 years and was still popping 5-8 lozenges a day. This time is cold turkey.
I’m not looking for sympathy or advice. I know what I need to do, and that’s eat less. Although I may try to stall on that until I get through No Man’s Land