Keep very very busy!
You can do it!

Day three done.

I wish I could say it's been easy but I'd be lying. I'm hatin' fricken life right about now. I did however succumb to my need for rootbeer after underestimating the amount required for the 108 hours of detox, so I was forced to go to the store. I took the money sucking teenager to chaperone.

I came home with 3 2-liter bottles of A&W, a package of Nutter Butters, and a sampler pack of cheesecake-4 individual slices. The strawberry one bit the dust almost instantaneously once I was safely back in the confines of the cave.

What I did not come home with is a pack of Marlboros. Chalk one up for the home team.

Supposively it should get easier from here on out.

Then again, supposively you can find a man on the computer too. That hasn't happened!

So I'm not holding my breath that tomorrow I'm going to wake up and not want a smoke. The reflexive reaching for a cigarette will probably hound me for a good long time, but maybe by Friday afternoon I'll be wrapping up my journey to hell and back in 108 hrs. I just hold tight to one of my mottos for life:

"Just because you've been through hell, doesn't mean you have to stay there!"

Day three done. And more to come, nicotine free, if I have anything to say about it. Which apparently I do with all these longasss posts. But it's friggen workin' Igor. The plan's working I tell ya!

Okay, so I'm still losing it slightly. I'll be alright. Or as alright as I ever was, which wasn't very. But that's besides the point. Or is it?

Oh nevermind. I gotta go wash a wall or something.

Rise and shine my arse.

That first morning cigarette is the one I miss the most. Seems odd to get up and have nothing to do immediately. What do normal people do when they get up? Get in the shower. Put on the coffee. Go sit down on the porch and watch the birds chirp good morning. Grab the paper, and eat cereal. I dunno.

I used to get up and have a smoke in my mouth before my eyelids were barely open. Mornings seem empty now without it. Doesn't make sense but that's how it feels.

I'm trying to stay busy.

My house would make Felix Unger proud. I'm not sure if this raging headache is from lack of nicotine or overexposure to Chlorox bleach and Fantastic fumes. But I could probably pass a barracks inspection by a real tightass commander right about now.

Last night I put together a 550 piece Red Sox jigsaw puzzle between midnight and 3:00am while I polished off damn near half the pack of Nutter Butters! The cheesecake's still waiting in the fridge, a sweet reward for making it through another day.

I know I have to be careful about eating a bunch of garbage. I don't wanna quit smoking to save myself from lung cancer only to gain a crapload of weight and drop over from a heart attack. It's not like I'm Twiggy to begin with here. I'm not blowing away in a stiff wind. Hell, you'd need a small tornado to move my ample behind.

But hopefully quitting will increase the lung power so exercise might actually become a possibility now. I tried Tae Bo yesterday. I looked like Larry the Cable Guy impersonating Richard Simmons but I managed to not die from hyperventilation. It's a start.

I think I'm having a Deja Vu moment. Or it's my brain playing tricks on me. I don't trust my senses right now, though I know the dog just farted. No disguising that rancid smell. Damn Trot! Guess that Nutter Butter last night was a bad idea. Better stick with putting peanut butter in the Kong from now on. He likes that and it keeps him occupied. Wish I could find something to keep me occupied as easily!

I've figured out that I'm irritable for two reasons:

1)I'm going through nicotine withdrawals. Uh duh. That's a no brainer.

2)I'm normally about as sedentary as dirt. All this activity to try and stay busy so I don't smoke is wearing thin! I just wanna go back to sittin' around doing nothing like I used to do, except not smoking while I don't do it! How much harder can it be to do absolutely nothing instead of nothing with a cigarette in hand. I don't get it!!

Of course, I don't get lots of stuff. Like how people get married. Or fall in love. Or find a date. So many things to learn, so little time. But maybe a bit more now that I quit smoking. Or I'm trying to anyways.

Less than 24 hours to go.

The trip to hell and back in 108 Hrs is winding down. I decided to celebrate by having my boobs touched. Okay, so maybe the mammogram appointment was made long before I decided to quit smoking this week, but let me have a little fun. I just quit smoking after 25 years for cripe's sake!

Not that mammograms are fun. I can assure you they rank somewhere below giving birth. Okay, maybe not that bad. Unless you had drugs. Then I'm not lying. Baby was really tripping when he came into the world but mama wasn't feeling nothing, thank you very much good Doctor Soandso.

But where was I? Oh yeah, getting your boobs squished as flat as pancakes so they can say "cheese" and get their pictures taken. I think my boob actually yelled "Holy bleeping crap" last time, and replace crap with something that rhymes with tit. Which is another word for boob and a far cry from what your body part looks like when it's in the dreaded machine.

I'm so excited I could wheeze heavily.

But hey, it's been at least two or three years since my last one, and I'm pretty sure that's the last time my boobs got touched by someone other than me. Maybe it'll even be a hot male flopping it up on the plate. Ya know, as a reward for quitting smoking. ;)

still 03-12

Post squishing. That wasn't so bad. I jested earlier about how horrendous it was and I should probably clarify in all seriousness that breast cancer is no laughing matter. Especially if there's a family history, such as in my case, hence why I was there today, and last year and five years ago and why I'll be there next year if I haven't been vaporized by the Vernon nuclear power plant yet, or hit by a stray asteroid. I take this shiit seriously, even though I'm a wisearse about it.

Having to alter the spelling of certain words to accomodate the site rules bites by the way. Thought I'd throw that in here but I'm sure if you're reading my posts, you're able to pick up what I'm putting down. Slow learners were probably lost aeons ago. By design, 'cause I'm sneaky like that.

Apparently the trip to hell and back was successful and invigorating. I feel like a million bucks. Or at least a shiny new quarter.

But seriously, I want to thank you all (and I use that word loosely) for putting up with my crazy longarse rants. I couldn't have done it without you. Well, I most certainly could have, but I think that's a mandatory part of any acceptance speech. Not that I'm receiving any kind of award. Heck, I didn't even get a "good job Mom" from the money sucking teenager for my efforts. Who could blame him though? It's not like it's been a walk in the park for the last 108 Hrs. But I did it and that's what counts.

So that's it, that's all folks. Have a nice life, and enjoy the rides. Please exit to the right in an orderly manner and don't mind the weird old lady with the flat boobs and no Marlboro ogling you as you exit. She's harmless.

quite possibly the best thread ive read all year.
of course,its only march,but hey whos counting?

for the headaches..eat cucumber slices..
for the jones,lifesavers and /or gum..
both can be had in sugarless,if thats your speed.

for the emergency smoke..you wanna make it tough?
then take clear tape and entomb that sucker on the fridge door.
not only has it become a trophy,but theres no way yer smoking that joker then.

for the kiddo whos getting killed by his teammates,gimme his gamer tag and ill add him so i can kill him too
then,he will be screaming at someone you actually ( somewhat ) know!

just think about all the money youll be saving,having quit smoking...now you can go out n buy that tuneup for the truck..
a new set of rims,that stereo you always wanted,the turbocharging kit,err,oops wait thats my truck

ps..dump all the ashtrays too

You need to read more!

Thanks for the compliment and suggestions

I don't know even know what a gamer tag is, let alone what his is. Look for the guy whose teammates are always shooting him, blowing him up with a grenade or stealing his air dropped package of whatever the hell it is they shouldn't be stealing from him that apparently he desperately needs. From the sounds of it, he should be looking for the fricken chopper to pick him up and get him out of there before his teammates get him. WTF kind of game is that?

Man I miss Ms. Pacman and Missile Command.

I'll be fine. I've mastered the art of ignoring him.

from what you said,im guessing that hes playing modern warfare 2
and,i gotta say,that game blows...

theres no skill involved,most everyone camps ( hides ) and uses the nuke to get overkills.

the choppers and drops are ridiculous,and Never even should have been put in the game.

theres radar!! which tells Anyone where you are,so sneaking up behind them,just doesnt happen.

i played this game for about 3 days,and decided it wasnt for me.
its one of the most aggravating games ive ever seen.

im into having fun when i play xbox,not having meltdowns..
speaking of,anyone wanna buy two slightly used copies of MW2?? lmao

Congrats again btw,on having made it this far.
no retreat,no surrender

So Misswright -- It's been 11 days since the last post.....

Did you make it through??

IF you REALLY,,REALLY,,see and know all the damage it has done and is doing to you..
IF your hearts really into stopping,,,YOU WILL and CAN...

I tried,,I FAILED,,,I will try again soon,
and everyone I know,,who has smoked less than me,,has been told they have COPD...and THAT SCARES ME,,wink
GOOD LUCK WITH TELLING THEM GOODBYE..


YES I CAN


yes yes i can.

You must be psychic!

I'm sorry to report Siggie died an unnatural death today. He perished in a fire. Police suspect arson. I think I covered my tracks pretty well though.

Made it more than two weeks before fate intervened. The story is in my profile (3-23 blurb), and yes, I know. I'm weak. I caved. But at least now I know I won't die without 'em. And to be honest, I can say that as I lit one up, covered in strawberry shake, I realized they're even more disgusting than I remember. I'm getting back on the wagon tomorrow, hopefully.

Best laid plans of mice and men.

If at first you don't succeed, try, try again. Isn't that what they say? I'm with ya. Next time will be the last time, 'til the next time.

I had a book when I was a kid called "The Little Engine That Could". Your enthusiasm reminds me of it. I think I can, I think I can.


To quitting smoking permanently, BEFORE it becomes a permanent condition called death!

Aw man - well that's ok at you found out that you can do when the time is right.

Poor Siggie! He was so cute.