The Ramblings Of Jenn Shuey

Last week I up and decided I was finally done with cigarettes for good.  I’ve been trying to quit for quite a few years now, but my quit smoking plan never works.  I tend to make excuses until I give up on quitting.  This time I’ve been bound and determined to make quitting work.

I originally thought I’d start cutting back gradually as I searched out a new plan to quit.  I gave Hubby my pack of cigarettes, and I asked him to regulate when and how many I could have because if I’m sitting at the pc working or something I’ll chain smoke and not even realize it just because the pack is in front of me.

I normally go through about a pack a day, but by Saturday morning I realized by having Hubby hold onto the pack I had stretched 1 pack over 3 days.  From that point I just didn’t want them anymore.  I’d light one up, take a couple puffs and toss almost a whole cigarette away.  By Saturday night I started feeling sick to my stomach any time I’d even think of lighting one, and I told myself ok that’s it.  No more.  You’ve always said you didn’t have the willpower to do this cold turkey, but how do you know?  You haven’t tried.

I’m happy to say it’s been 2 days since I touched one, and honestly I’m not having the cravings I thought I’d have.  I may think about one, but then I’ll think about how nasty the last one was, what they’re doing to me, and how I just don’t need it.  The craving goes away in a matter of seconds, and I’m back to doing whatever I need to do.

I used to feel like me worrying about my health and cigarettes were totally working against me, like magnets pulling me in two different directions. Today I can finally say I’ve been without cigarettes for the first time since I started smoking, and I’m proud of myself.