A brand new Keurig Coffee pot now resides in my kitchen. The Keurig was supposed to be my day 31 reward for not smoking. I got one today. There is a reason. We got a deal and you can’t pass up a deal. I love coffee and the first thing I did was make a fabulous cup of coffee in my new Keurig as soon as I got home today. It was fantastic.
I digress. I am now a non smoker into day 3. It has been 52 or so hours into this new life. I have to tell you I don’t even want a cigarette. I feel lost at times because so much of my life has been wasted smoking, or looking for a place to smoke, or planning my next cigarette break, but all in all I don’t want to smoke. I have even already been around people smoking and it hasn’t made me want to smoke.
Maybe because I’m being very selfish and doing this quit only for me, but this is the first time I haven’t just longed for a smoke during my quit. Bear in mind the average smoker attempts to give up this habit 9 times before they succeed (or die). This is my sixth attempt. In the past I have done it for other people or to prove a point or because my doctor said it was a good idea. This time I just don’t want to be a smoker anymore. I don’t care what anyone thinks. Maybe that is why is seems a bit easier – I’m doing it for me.
I do have to say my husband is a saint at times and this is one of those times. No matter how much I say I don’t want to smoke, I am withdrawing from a drug and it sucks. My body is aching for it’s fix. I’m crabby and short-tempered and some of the things I have said to Dewayne over the past 48 hours have been horrible. I didn’t know I can be so mean. He is taking it all in stride and laughing about it. God Bless him!
So, here I am into day 3 of this quit. The support I am getting from friends and colleagues (some of which I thought didn’t even like me) has amazed me. I hope they continue to give the support, it does help.
I did smoke for 20 years and there is a chance I will see health issues even 20 years from now from that stupid decision. I can say that my circulation is better. My cough has subsided. It is much much easier to breathe. I already feel better.
Maybe, just maybe, I won’t have to spend my last years with an oxygen tank – there is no guarantee I won’t, but what I can guarantee is, if I smoke, I will for sure die with an oxygen tube attached to my face – that is a certainty. I am a gambler so I will gamble on my body’s ability to heal itself.
FYI, I might gain a few pounds during this early part of the quit – I beg you not to point it out!
