Funny story, I had a mini freak-out the other night. But I stayed strong though the ordeal, and only got a little panicked, but for good reason. I guess I need to mention two things (maybe 3) before telling the story, so I'll just start with those...
1) If you've read my other blog entries, you know I'm the kind of dipper that's one pinch away from a can-a-day habit. During the course of this quit I've realized that. Up until now, the two times I've tried to "quit" have really been me goi
Reading stories from others, perusing the HOF speeches, and looking at all the information the site has to offer both inspired and strengthened my quit. There's no doubt that this site is reason my quit is successful. Writing this blog has also helped, in a way, to get my own thoughts down just so they don't cloud my mind. By writing them out, I get them out of my head and published to the only people who could possibly understand. It was also a form of coping with the withdrawal.
I just shared this story with my quit group, but I wanted to record it here also. Such a small, strange world, full of surprises.
So I missed posting roll call yesterday, but I stayed strong. Knowing the guys in my quit group were on here really helped, but I've got the strangest story that I have got to share. On day 15 of my quit I mentioned to them that I was heading out to make my first flight without dip. I had a 2-week quit going, but somehow I still felt nervous about it. I had
One week. End of week one. 7 days of NDT success. I feel like, in some way, that I've reached the part where some of it is downhill from here. I know that sounds absurd. "Hey _____! Get in here!!! This fuckin' Fish dude has a whopping single week of quit and thinks it's smooth sailing from here on out!" Well, when you say it like that, I'm abjectly and completely full of shit...however, I get to say I've done this once before.
The last time I quit (not a real try/read the previous blo
Well, it's day 5. The majority of the "wandering around aimlessly while waiting for a merciless craving to just die during a period of time where I talk to myself thanking all that is holy my kids are at school" -style desires have passed. That is a good thing. I'm chewing plenty of gum and eating sunflower seeds and drinking a ton of water. That's also a good thing. The place where that left me today is somewhere where I was keenly aware of how much work my jaw was doing today... Chewing
I really appreciate the Cafe, and wish more people would put in little tidbits. I know it's a bit hypocritical to write a blog about the Cafe when I could have posted in the Cafe itself, but it's something I wanted to capture in the blog. Just going through those postings helps me go through and gain perspective and appreciation of what this website is about. I just beat a crave that has been lingering for hours by leaning on the writings of men who've come before me and didn't know that they
I know that the nicotine still hasn't fully exited my body. It hasn't had enough time. I've put almost 30 years of nicotine in me, it's gonna take a bit to go. In the meantime, having minute-by-minute reminders of what I used to use as an excuse to have a pinch is SUPER fun. Sitting at the desk. Having a phone call that I know is going to be slow and uneventful. Going to get more coffee. Eating. Breathing. It seems that everything around me is trying to get me to cave. The guys o
Dizzy. Out of it. That's how today feels...and it's not even halfway done yet.
It's noon on a random Thursday in November and today is the day that I decided cutting back transitioned to quitting. I've had the Wellbutrin for a month now, and have been on it, off and on, for about that much time. No idea why today was the first nicotine-free day, but it is. Yesterday was supposed to be that day as well. Today I'm doing something different. Today I found this website and started this b