My journey to quit smoking, again.
Yes, I tried to quit smoking a while ago, and no I wasn’t successful. Not at all. Lasted, oh, two weeks. Yeah there is a large amount of guilt surrounding not being able to stay off the demon weed (no not that weed, that one I don’t have any interest in). Last night though, I decided to quit. Why? Coughing. I’ve been having a lovely productive cough for a while. And it’s getting worse. Clearly my lungs are telling me to cut it the f*ck out. So I finally listened.
It’s been a little over 12 hours now and I thought you might like a little scientific insight into my body and brain screaming at me right now.
Last night was okay. Fine I ate a whole bag of beef jerky, and broke my two pop a day rule (I had another diet green apple pop). But I did sleep okay. This morning? Ah the effects of withdrawal are starting now. Let’s see, I’m jittery, anxious, and REALLY REALLY WANT A GD SMOKE!!!!. Ahem. Sorry about that. Thank goodness Lorraine took all the packs with her when she went out this morning.
See the whole thing I’m dealing with right now is my body dealing with the physical aspects of my addiction. My body really liked the nicotine and is rather miffed that it didn’t get it’s morning (or evening dose). Last night I was dealing with the mental aspects mostly. Going out for a smoke before bed with Lorraine. Taking a break to discuss House on the deck and have a smoke (we don’t smoke in the house).
Your next question might be … are you going to try the patch again? Nope. I didn’t really like it. Part of the issue is having to put the patch in a different place everyday. You can’t put the patch in the same place for like six days. Which functionally means you have little adhesive residue bits all over your upper body. It’s going to be the gum this time. Since I decided at the last minute last night and I haven’t gotten out of the house yet … I don’t have the gum yet and I’m just a tad edgy.
So, whether you like it or not, I’m going to chronicle this process here. From a scientific perspective, of course (think Spock observing himself " … fascinating Jim I seem to want to throttle you for asking that question or consume a whole bag of chips … "). So it’s the morning of day one. Excuse me while I find something to release me energy … jumping jacks I think.
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