Since Terry is still smoking, I can't follow this particular ritual for success. Wish me luck, all yawl!
Today was the day Chantix recommended I ditch all the cigarettes and cigarette butts in the house. I'm not supposed to just throw them away, but destroy them. I need to get rid of any secret stash. Holding on to a pack 'just in case' is planning for failure, not success.
Since Terry is still smoking, I can't follow this particular ritual for success. Wish me luck, all yawl!
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I've learned this particular time around to think in advance that I have more choices than caving or not caving. I have started back up on seeing a butt most times. My monkey has made me look hungrily at a butt in a public ashtray or only slightly squashed on a sidewalk.
Still working my way to being a good quitter. Today's homework was reviewing my 'at risk' situations and making plans for strategies that get me through the crucial five minutes. From the past I know that my very hardest one is that first one in the morning. I run on body reflex for at least an hour before I am in any way capable of coherent thought. The strategy I have chosen is 'take a shower.' That was part of my routine back when I worked for money, so it shouldn't be too hard to train my brain to do it again.
There's a whole slew of strategies. I can remove myself from the situation, have a bottle of water on hand, or start smooching with my sweetie! Right hand up, Chantix says making out with your significant other is a great way to keep your mouth busy and your mind off smoking. Wonder if I should warn Terry? So, why I want to quit. The Chantix thing was another form I couldn't print, but all is well. The form has a list you can check off, then spaces for you to write in your own particular reasons to quit. Hope you don't mind a bunch of first person, but I no longer enjoy smoking, my family is worried about my health, I'm tired of smelling like smoke and I don't want to expose my family and friends to second hand smoke. Furthermore, the last thing I checked of the preconceived list is that I think it is time to make a positive change in my life.
The orange butterfly is a Question Mark. Originally I had written here that it was an Eastern Coma. But check this out. When the wings are closed, in the "gosh it looks just like the wood!" mode, you can see two distinct white marks that fashion a smiley face with only one eye. See them? . ) That dot is what distinguishes a Comma from a Question Mark. The yellow one is the Eastern Tiger Swallowtail. Today's homework was to ask family and friends to be on the alert next week when I need a five minute chat to get over my nicotine craving. I'm not sure if I am supposed to shiver and sweat while I'm speed dialing. Hoping that's not the case 'cause that sounds pretty clammy.
I looked over my smoke log and realized that most of the time I smoked it was because I saw a smoke. My particular monkey goes into high gear when there is a butt around big enough for a drag. The very first time I screwed up my quit was because there was a handy butt around when I under maximum stress. I don't suppose my smoking monkey is any different than anyone else's. Monkeys are so shallow.
If that's not enough, I want to be able to breathe better, spend smoke money on fun things, and take a walking vacation with Jenny as a non-smoker.
Last night I made my getquit identity. Part of my commitment to stop smoking is checking in every day for so long, then once a week for so long.
Well, guys and dolls, today is another step towards being Dun with smoking cigarettes. I picked up my prescription for Chantix today. There was no charge for this, which tickles me to no end. I pay twice as much for health insurance than I would if I were already a non-smoker. Seems only fair my insurance would encourage me every which way to quit smoking. But, what the heck, I like puzzles. I'm getting ready to sign up with my one time only free secret code.
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