Yesterday, I turned 36. Happy Birthday to me! It was supposed to be Zero Day. As in Zero smoking, because I’d cleverly, mathematically, cut down from a carton a week to 5 packs in a week, over a week, till I woke up with zero on my birthday.
And I caved after 33 hours of not smoking. So it goes.
I’m trying again, right now, because I intend to have this crap taken care of before the end of the month. I’m going to have to attack it from all sides, including playing my own Quit Smoking Counselor who knows and understands all the Psychological Reasons for why I feel like smoking even though it’s a stupid, stupid thing to do. I am not getting patches, I am not getting Chantix, and I am not getting that disgusting gum.
I am not going to be “replacing” smokes with some other crutch, like gum, candy or cigarette-sized straws. I want to be as NONsmokery as possible, and I don’t know any nonsmokers who shovel gum into their faces on an hourly basis.
I invite anyone who wants to join me to hop on board. I’m starting today with my regular 2-pack on-demand habit and going down from there over the next 19 days. The last 5 days will allow for one cigarette per day only.
I’m going to skip over the justifications about why I screwed it up this time, and the ones about why I think this will work. It doesn’t matter why I think any of that, just that I did screw up and I WANT to not screw up and I’m DECIDING NOT TO SCREW UP.
I’m going to leave that picture up on the Domesticrat Facebook page forever, so if you want to…look it over, make one that fits your ideal dates and start later on…go for it. Good luck to all of us.