1st day:
I have been challenged out of anger from a dear friend who said I didn't want to quit. He was right and that made me mad. I have now set out to prove him and myself that that is wrong. I want to quit but the demons of addiction have always held me back from the truth. So I am energized to be successful. It's Christmas Eve what better time. My gift to me. Today wasn't too bad. Had work and things to do to get ready for the holiday. Weather was miserable so there was no opportunity to sneak outside. Can't smoke at work either. Surrounded by family I was easily distracted. The impossible seems like it might become a reality. Had a little stress with my father taken to the hospital with chest pain. Didn't cave and buy a pack. The thought was there but I squashed it because it will never be done. I have to learn to deal with it, others do. Got to stay true!!
2nd:
Merry Christmas!!! Once again surrounded by friends and family. No opportunities to escape for a secret smoke. No stores open to buy a pack. Instead of staying up while the others went to bed in hopes of sneaking a smoke I too tried to sleep. Still not too bad. No real golden opportunities to transgress. If it was only going to stay this easy!!
3rd day:
Found I really obsess about that morning cigarette. Don't really want it but have always had it. Guess what? The world didn't stop and I survived without it. Doesn't mean I still didn't want it, but what could I do. My non-smoking work environment helped through most of the day. I think fondly of that cigarette. Really want it but I don't allow the opportunity to be alone. That's when I'm most fragile. Need to get my thoughts away from what I can no longer have. It is quite overwhelming and distracting making me a little testy. I fear the weekend when I have all the time in the world to be alone and dwell on just one cigarette. Sleep evades me but I will persevere. My friend says that after 3 days the nicotene is gone and now it's just a mind game. I think he's full of crap but I will give him the benefit of the doubt!!!
4th day:
Not happy at all. All alone and no one to share it with. That cigarette would surely keep my company. Do I really want it? I don't know. I lost the ability to know if it's a want or a habit. Either way I'll do without, not happily because it's all I think about but nonetheless I will see this through. I will not put myself through this again. I am now directing my energy in this blog. It will be a long day today. I will have to find my pleasures without the weed. Let the fun begin 😞
5th day:
Really didn't want to get up and face the morning without that cigarette. No distractions around. Slept in a little, some how survived without the cigarette. I took all the advise into consideration. Figured keeping busy was the answer. Cranked up the music and cleaned my little heart out, putting away Christmas decorations. Many times the voices started talking to keep me company. They really thought it would be okay to run down to the mini market and buy a pack, you know, just have one. No one will ever know. Really thought about that but that's why my quit fizzled last time. It was too convenient to have them around, before you know it there was always an excuse to have one. Those voices sure can be distracting!!! Was very proud that when I did drive somewhere I never even thought about lighting up. WOW!!! Then I stripped my 22 year old son's bed and found some dried leaf substance. Automaticallly thought of pot. It's been so long since I've actually seen pot but what else could it be. I was totally pissed. I could lose my nursing license. All I wanted was a freakin cigarette. Common sense told me that wouldn't solve the problem but it was a struggle. Confronted the boy, of course, doesn't know what I'm talking about. For my sanity have to believe him (it wasn't what I remembered pot looking like). This quit still hasn't been easy but at least tomorrow there will be work knowing that smoking is not an option.
6th day:
Don't want to bore you guys in the drama of the quit, you have been there, done that. It sure was good to go to work in a smoke free environment. The day just flew dealing with patients didn't come up to breath for 8 hours. That meant no thoughts of a smoke. The thought occurred for on the way home. Oh, well, don't have it, can't do it. Went to the gym and scoped out a sale. Still think about, drool when I see others smoke, but I trudge on. Family around tonight so that's a no brainer, too. My new motto, you have to believe to succeed!! 🙂
7th day/one week:
WOW, it still feels like yesterday that I started this journey. Thought by now things would feel different and I would be thinking different. The thoughts still surround me. Another day at work, yea!!!. Things were going along pretty good, keeping busy, until I looked out my window and saw a fellow co-worker sitting in her car smoking. I wanted to cry. I sat there drooling, almost ran out to beg for a smoke or at least inhale the second hand air. Didn't because I know how she smells when she comes in. Totally ruined the rest of my day. Was busy but still came back to the want. It was so bad I thought what the hell just buy that pack and be done. Didn't, wanted, but didn't. So tell me, my friends, when do those thoughts disappear. I thought by now it would be a vague memory yet it's still foremost in my mind. I'll stop whining now. From this day on I will occassionaly post a blog to let you know how I'm doing. Please feel free to check in with me. Coming here keeps me sane. I wish all of you a very wonderful, blessed, Happy New Year.
Day Whatever:
Stopped keeping count of days. I was never very good at math. The second week is so much better. Had an OMG moment on New Year's Day. Was reading a book, recovering from the night before, when I realized I hadn't thought about a cigarette all day. I was totally awestruck. This can be done and it does get better. The thoughts are farther and farther apart, thank goodness. Now I need your help as I am still fragile and very afraid of a relapse. My 20 year-old daughter was diagnosed with alopecia areata about 6 years ago. That is hair loss. It can either be just a small area or complete. Her's was complete. We went through so many forms of treatment that I don't want to remember, but there is no cure. It is an auto immune disease, your body fights itself. For those past 6 years she has been hiding under a bandana. This past September she had had enough hair regrowth that she put the bandana away and life was beautiful. Now we fear that it is returning. She is noticing thinning and hair loss, not much, but enough to scare us. I ask all my friends to please pray for her and that this is just a normal varience. It will devastate us and I just don't know how we will deal with this all over again. I know it's not the end of the world and is survivable but to a young women it is very traumatic and as a parent I feel so hopeless at not being able to help her. I fear this would be the one trigger that would send me spiraling into a relapse. So as you say your prayers, please include a small one for my daughter, her name is Heather. God bless.