Sometimes this no smoking thing is easy, other times it is SO FUCKING HARD, you guys.
Last Friday, I decided to say fuckets to the week by relaxing my fine ass outside by the pool when I got home in the afternoon. A couple of my neighbors joined me, thankfully bringing out a pitcher of Margaritas *(I already had a cocktail but was getting low on mixers)
About an hour later, I found myself gossiping about one of the other tenants yelling at our landlord (in fact the reason I decided to “sun” myself was so I could better eavesdrop). When I looked down at my hand it was holding a cigarette. All by itself! That’s what hands do, but in this case I’m pretty sure I didn’t tell it to do that. I’d slipped right back into an old habit and don’t even know how. I have not bought any since before my surgery, but my neighbor had a pack laying out. One of them jumped into my mouth. I took a drag (it tasted gross) and then put it out.
Supposedly, falling off the wagon is part of recovery.
Since I’m still struggling, here is some sage advice (I’m trying to follow) from my buddy Cogent Ascending! “I quit smoking a year and a half ago. There are no scerets, no gimmicks, and no chemicals to help. The only way to do it for good is to use good old fashioned will power. The other quit smoking remedies just prolong the time before the inevitable moment when you have to go without nicotine ever again. And a lot of that shit is more toxic or more addictive than the damn cigarettes are. For me it was only about six months before the mental and physical cravings finally dissipated and I had been smoking since I was sixteen. GOOD LUCK!”
Thanks for that! I always tell people to buckle up and do the work, so now I have to take the hard road!
