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$125,836.80
Amount Saved
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Days: 845 Hours: 16
Minutes: 58 Seconds: 33
Life Gained
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6554
Smoke Free Days
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314,592
Cigarettes Not Smoked
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$120,205.22
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Days: 6526 Hours: 1
Minutes: 24 Seconds: 15
Life Gained
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45662
Smoke Free Days
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410,958
Cigarettes Not Smoked
Hi guys,
Well it has been a long time so I thought i'd write a JDK thread to explain myself and to hopefully encourage any hardcore nicojunkies to get on the quit train.
For the newbies who escaped my threads :
Whilst I was probably not the heaviest smoker (60 to 100 a day at the weekends and around 25 a day during the week), I was or at least seemed to be one of the bigger addicts around here on the SSC. I went through all sorts of quit aids before ending up doing it cold turkey. I had also tried cold turkey several times before and not succeeded. The support I got here was a major factor in my success. Normally I would blow my quit halfway through this wonderful support by going to the pub!
Where I am today :
I know I am over a year smoke free now. Thats an amazing achievement in my books. Quitting smoking is one of the best things you can do for your life. I only cough when I have a cold. I didn't notice my cough but others did. I don't always think of smoking any more. Thats a good thing too.
My whole way of life had to change. I stopped going to pubs as that was a quit killer (my fave pub then closed down). I stopped travelling on buses (bus stops were also a quit killer). This freed up a lot of my free time (in fact about 95% of the time thats not allocated to work).
It was surprisingly easy to slip into a hermit like state as all of my friends were really pub people so I never saw them any more. All my workmates were just that and I am sure thats about as much as we can handle of each other.
From July of last year onwards I have been fighting constant tiredness but inability to sleep. Some days are better than others but generally I am in a near sleep state.
I do however, manage to break the hermitism sometimes and go for a nice walk in the rare english sun. This is the only real exercise I get really.
My parents still try to get me out and about and I gladly go out with them as long as it is not to the pub or a bus stop. One day I may trust myself not to go straight for the cigarettes in these occasions but my trust levels are still way too low at the moment.
It is still one day at a time, but I have managed to string together many days at a time now. One day I will also tackle my tiredness and get to writing here way more.
My respect and hand go out to all of you who try. Keep at it.
HUGS from Kev