ATM-“ers” IN AC

FINALLY……..

To get off the “smoking- quitting smoking-cutting down”, and the DIRE NEED for a NEW TOPIC around here, I was speaking to my best friend about taking trips to Atlantic City, when I went off on some rant about my how I am mystified by the way people can behave in such a setting, like AC. During the conversation I brought up what always strikes me as the.most.shocking thing to witness.

The fact that Atlantic City has no clocks, no windows and the casinos are pumped full of oxygen, doesn’t phase me in the least. And, no! it’s not the sluts, whore, hookers, cleavage (I love that part, I actually blend in down there ). It’s not the free alcohol! indoor smoking! or even the ching! ching! bell ringing, whistles. Nor is it the sound of plastic chips when they hit the table, or the showgirls and special effects. I don’t even take a second look at the old men with the younger women. I don’t turn my head towards the glamour of the high-rollers either. The shuffling of cards does not send a shiver down my spine. The buckets of coins, well….they amuse me, I’ll admit that one, but not shock!

No, what amazes me, shocks me, and makes it so i.cant.look.away. are the people who get into the ATM line to take out more money. I will never be able to comprehend that moment in life when you actually have lost all the money you had, and you get in a line with a bunch of other people to loose more money?

What? is IT? that happens in a persons brain? that just “suspends reality” and allows them to continue to believe this next time they will “double down” and get all their money back (and then some) in one big score of some kind. ??

I swear, when I am in AC I watch just that. I could sit there for hours watching the line of people taking out college funds, second mortgages and going bankrupt in a matter of hours sometimes seconds. I watch them because I wonder if at ant point any of them will realize just what they are doing and stop! They are in a long enough line with a long enough time to THINK…. what do they think about? Does any one EVER come to the conclusion to… Leave the line? Tap out! Go home!

I can speak from experience with an EX, its ugly to witness the euphoria and despair in ones eyes as the obsession with gambling overtakes someone’s whole persona. (and the dead silent car ride home was always the worst… dead broke and me thinking I told you so, I told you so in my head while he drove silent and replaying the events in his head over and over and still contemplating his next big win…duh!)

I never realized that gambling, much like smoking, drinking and drugs, is a real addiction that some people just can’t handle.

I am not judging this behavior at all, as I have battled many many addictions myself, it’s just INSANE to watch. In a sad and yet somehow quite comical way.

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Let the games begin: a.k.a THE DARE

* I HAD TO SHUT OFF THE COMMENTS FOR INSIGHTING A RIOT*

M’kay, I jut want to get the RULES right… So I can / will only smoke 4 cigarettes a day, per this bet,

How it all began:

Me: “Since I am a FIRST timer to the whole concept of quitting at all, (I never even considered quitting before rushing right out and trying to take on the world in a day and be the first to ever quit in a single try) isn’t 4 cigarettes a DAY better than 40? Isn’t that at least a START?”

Applehead: “Better for whom? Cuz I doubt it’s any better for *you*. It’ll be torture for you to stay at four a day for long. You’re just throwing yourself into one constant craving. Seriously, as far as the discomfort involved with that goes, you may as well just quit. And I bet you can’t stay at 4 a day. Yeah! I said it! But hey, good luck to ya!”

Me: “Um yeah, like 4 is so much better than 40! Whatever! But I do like the tell me how it is say it how you feel approach, bring it…”

Applehead: “Actually, this will be a real good test for you. IF you can stay at 4 a day then you don’t really need to quit, huh?
That’s actually a bit of a test that’s used to convince someone whether or not their drinking is alcoholic-type drinking. They tell the drinker to choose a “reasonable” number of drinks – say three or four a day. Then to try to go one month without going over that number of drinks in a day. If they can do that, then they have a bit of control over their drinking. If not, well, they should consider they may have a problem. See, if we could smoke just here and there, or now and then, it wouldn’t be so bad. But the very fact that we can’t do that, means nicotine has control over us. We smoke when we don’t really want to. Like out in the rain or snow, or instead of being with our children, or while people wait for us, or when we’re sick or when we don’t really have the money to burn. Or when someone who loves us (like our children) begs us not to…. So I’d be curious to know, if you were willing to be totally honest, how each day goes for the next month (never mind the SIX MONTHS you plan) staying at or below 4 cigarettes per day. Seriously. I doubt you can do it. It’s not you. It’s the nature of the beast.”

Me: “I LOVE A GOOD BET.. even more I love a DARE. I tend to do things out of SPITE that may just be the perfect way to keep me smoking EXACTLY four… and YES I am willing to be 100% honest. I will totally DIVULGE if I fail!!! I’ll even put it on my blog”

(see bottom “revised” section of earlier post today)

Applehead: “You’re on! I DARE YOU! :)”

Me: “Fine…. Starting…..NOW! You just may be able to kick my ass in to quitting.. I like you! Oh and by the way… I just smoked my FIRST CIGARETTE of the day”

Applehead: “Hey again, So now you’ve gone and smoked the first cigarette of the day…. Pee-uu, girl!! You stink! (he he… just had to throw that at ya…)I’d absolutely loved to kick your ass into quitting!! That would be so cool! I’m sure this little experiment will help you see that 4 a day is not doable for long. And soon – there you’ll be at 20 a day, or God forbid 40! 
But you know, if you keep trying this way and that way and keep it in your mind at any rate – eventually – poof! you’ll quit. 
So I’ve got my eye on you…. I bookmarked your blog. Hang in there. I expect that Mr. Craving will show his ugly ass to you fast and furious – even (well, especially!) smoking just 4 a day! And ya know, if you can pull this off, well, more power to you. I would never in a million years have been able to do that. So throw down! Hang tough. You are gonna have to use all the quit-smoking strategies to do this 4-a-day thing!”

So there IT IS, the BET the DARE of all DARES (other than a triple dog dare)

I did have my 12 noon smoke, and then I had my 437pm drive home smoke. Now I have to make dinner, laundry, blah blah, but I will POST when I smoke my next BUTT. (as promised (see bottom “revised” section of earlier post today)

THERE IS JUST ONE….Question….. can I smoke HALF of one and the other HALF of that same one later ON….and count that as ONE CIGARETTE?

Just checkin’ and yes… I am a wise ass, have you not noticed that?

By the way, FOR “KAR”…..yes I am still wearing the patch, (that will NOT stick to my skin) with the mailing labels for large envelopes from work, that will also now NOT.STICK.TO.MY.SKIN

Sigh

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CIGARETTES OF THE DAY:

1200-pm
437- pm
1030-pm
1200-am

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4 is better than 40 (in smokes that is)

* I HAD TO SHUT OFF THE COMMENTS FOR INSIGHTING A RIOT*

Thanks for all the comments, emails, ass rippings, support and inspiration from the members over on the Qnet.

But I will argue forever that 4 cigarettes a day are better than 40 cigarettes a day.

Yes I made it 5 days, (with no smokes) and I slipped. I am over the guilt. But, OH HELL NO! I wont go through that again, not! right! now! I will follow my “new plan” as that suits me. It’s not that I’ve given up. I haven’t. 4 cigarettes a day, is better than 40 cigarettes a day. (wow that’s starting to sound like a Mantra, 4 is better than 40, 4 is better than 40, 4 is better than 40…wait… now I sound like I AM 4 (years old). I will shut up now. um…. No I wont!) With the help of the patch and hopefully the continued support of Qnet, maybe it wont take six months to get me down to none.

So, since my New Years resolution has been revoked, I need a new one. Okay, here it is. I will FINISH writing MY BOOK by January 2008. (and I will draw again, and more) So there it is. Take it? leave it? love it? hate it?

PS… this comment (well mostly it was the spelling of the words that KILLED me last night) will now and forever be HIJACKED as my own “YA DUM FUX” … Thank you for the best laugh!

Oh… my bad! I almost forgot, I can’t believe I almost ended this post without even a mention of something I have waited for um-like-a-YEAR….

Hello!! to the RETURN of the THE APPRENTICE I love to love and hate the Donald!

And if you click HERE! REALLY CLICK HERE! ON THE WORDS THAT SAY CLICK HERE for a video of my son Justin and his “Apprentice Commercial ? ”
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REVISED: VIA THE COMMENTS OVER ON QNET and a DARE / BET I HAVE GOING, I WILL POST EVER SINGLE CIGARETTE AS I SMOKE THEM ON EACH OF MY BLOG POSTS:
Okay? “Applehead” …I am going to smoke ALOTTED Cigarette NUMBER ONE right now at 12pm on my LUNCH BREAK at WORK!! I will post EVERY ONE, as to SEE if INFACT I can only SMOKE 4 a DAY!!!

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NOT GUNNA HAPPEN

* I HAD TO SHUT OFF THE COMMENTS FOR INSIGHTING A RIOT*

NOT Even with the help of ALL of that.
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I took the CHANTIX and I had a very bad reaction to it. I was literally lying on my bathroom floor, praying to g-d to make it stop. I felt like I was on HEROIN. Complete with vomiting and nodding out. As it turns out, Chantix doesn’t bode too well with the 9000000000000000000000 other medications I have to take for my 9000000000000000000000 other problems .

After speaking with my girlfriend JENNIFER, my mother and my doctor, and my BIG SISTER LESLIE…we have all decided on a plan that will suit my body, and my needs.

I will ware the patch, and smoke 3-4 cigarettes a day for the next six months before trying to take the next step. I am still “quitting” only, slower, and at a pace my body / brain / emotions can handle.

My mother was the one to break it to my son, as I did not have the heart or stomach to tell him.

Thankfully, he seems to understand and is even proud of me for continuing the fight.

The last part of the deal is that I will not smoke IN THE HOUSE anymore, and I will not smoke in front of him anymore.

But all of THIS is out of the question:

You can pooo-pooo me, or tell me how “You did it cold turkey” or say shit to me like “You must not be ready…. You must not really want it.” and to that I say…. “FUCK YOU!”

I’m doing the best I can, and that’s pretty damn good

Now… I have to break this to the QNET… wonder if I’ll be ousted? kicked off? yelled at? here goes…….

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Day two (again) / CHANTIX

I stayed up all night last night, drawing, NOT SMOKING.

I haven’t drawn in years. It was something I used to do, way back in my early teenage days. These aren’t too good… but like I said, it’s been a while! These are the “rough drafts” of the pictures for the two people from my old high school that asked me to draw them something:

FOR SARA

FOR HOLLY:

So, I am off to start the new product today, CHANTIX, even if I am scared. I am moving forward. Please… Pray for MILD side effects! If any QMEMBER or (any INTERNET passer-byer who stumbled upon this blog) has any SUGGESTIONS? ADVICE? OR REAL EXPERIENCE GOOD OR BAD… PLEASE ADVISE. I would rather hear from REAL people than phamphlets about side effects and or benefits.

Thankfully, my son is coming back from his weekend away. When he is home it always helps me stay in line, and act right. (what it is about the freedom from parental responsibilities that makes me act like a teenager myself?)

And, I am off to clean, clean, clean, do laundry, febreze, dust, vacuum, Lysol, de-smoke-ify the stank from my house all over again. That’s sure to keep me busy enough to NOT SMOKE today too.

Whew! Here’s to a new day. (And better lungs! Health! Living!)

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Starting OVER

I don’t even know how it happened. All I know is that it did happen. I am ashamed, and embarrassed to say this. But, I slipped. I made it 5 whole days. And now, I fucked it all up.

It was like as soon as I got home from work and my 10 year old son went off to his fathers for a weekend visitation, I wanted to ‘reward’ myself for a job well done. So what did I do? I fucking smoked! Some reward…lung cancer, emphazema, and death…

I feel terrible. I felt so terrible I couldn’t even get out of bed until 330pm today.

I just laid in bed feeling guilty and wondering, “How am I going to admit to my parents, my son, and even the QNET that I wasn’t strong enough, or smart enough to call for help, or log into the website?”

I am a dumbass.

However, it is another day and I do have the new script for CHANTIX.

(maybe something new will help?)

I am going to have my first cup of coffee, wake the fuck up, read the directions of the new medication, call the 800 number on the purple card that came with the box…..

and THEN…I have to go and “tell on myself”… to my mom and dad, and go reset my “quit-date” in QNET.

CONGRATS to my BIG SISTER LESLIE….9 DAYS!!! As usual, You ROCK!

(“If at first you don’t succeed, dust yourself of and try again, try again”…Aliyah)

This is so much harder than I ever anticipated.
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So now that I have had coffee, brushed my teeth washed my face, joined the world again, I have been plagued with the question all damn day…To quit? Or not to quit? Or, another question would be,“Is there a such thing as ‘Rational Smoking’?”

Okay, so I made it five days. Things were good, things were bad, things were hard, I was pissed, things were funny, and then…. I posted a really depressing post that I probably need to delete last night.

And yes, I still feel crappy as all hell that I cheated and smoked Friday night. Thus the “beating myself up” post(s).

But, I’m getting over it. Thanks to the comments and people over on QNET

So I finally looked at the pack of cigarettes… I smoked way less than I thought I had. Which doesn’t make my fuck up any better, but, then again, it kinda-sorta-does. In a “I didn’t smoke that much, so it’s not that bad.” kind of way.

Now here I am, having to do this all over again. Although I haven’t smoked YET today, nor do I know if I will.

Do I really want to quit smoking? Why did I slip?

On the surface, YES. I know I want to quit smoking. I want to live to see my son graduate, get married and have children of his own. Plus, I want to live to do all those things without being attached to an oxygen tank. I want my clothes, house, skin, teeth, and body to smell and feel better.

But I don’t think I can go from 2 packs a day to NOTHING all at once.

Some people can. Some people are cold turkey capable. NOT.ME. (I think the cold-turkey people are absolutely crazy.)

Although its in my possession, I haven’t tried the CHANTIX that people on QNET and other places are RAVING about.

I opened the prescription and saw this (Currently, I am FREAKED OUT)

If you can’t READ it… let me para-phrase the possible side effects:
(yes! I know! smoking! has! WORSE! side effects!… but still….)

Constipation, drowsiness, diarrhea, dry mouth, gas, headache, tender or bleeding gums, nausea, unusual and strange dreams, taste changes, trouble sleeping, or vomiting, vision changes, weight gain, dizziness, joint or muscle pain, stomach pain, yellowing of the skin or eyes, kidney and or liver failure.

Right! Hey, I already have gas, constipation and or diarrhea thanks to Crohn’s disease, like I needs some more stomach issues.

Then it states… IT MAY TAKE SEVERAL MONTHS for this medication to work.

Um… now-this-is-not-so-much-the-magical-pill, I was hoping for.

Several months? Wont I be used to not smoking in several months anyway? Then the medication / makers of the said product want the credit! Fuck you!

I am considering a few different options. Because I think I am making it too hard in myself. It’s like if I say “I’M QUITTING” and I mess up, than I am weak, and useless, and blah blah blah who?needs the extra self abuse? That only makes me want to smoke more.

So, I can either try to do what I did last week all over again (which didn’t work, but I was only using the patch that stuck to everything other than my body)… Start my quit date again and right now. Go and investigate the real website, read the testimonials on Chantix, actaully call the 800 number. And take the new scary pill first thing in the morning. Try not to fail this time around.

Or,

Instead of placing huge amounts of pressure and stress upon myself… start with the cutting down idea of ‘rational smoking.’

This year make my goal to be only to smoke 4 cigarettes a day. Next year 4 cigarettes a month. The following year, 4 cigarettes a year. And finally by year 4, I will be able to quit?

Huh? No…? bad idea?

Okay maybe it wont take 4 years to really quit.

I have no idea what I am going to do.

I sure don’t feel like smoking right now. I have been up and functioning for a good 6 hours without smoking, and I haven’t smoked at all since last night at 2am, for a total of 19 hours all together. That’s a start.

I’m going to take my mind off this topic completely. No more questions. No more confusion. Okay, I messed up. It’s over.

I will spend the rest of my night doing something productive. Read a good book, or read some of my other favorite blogger posts! Take a bath! Watch a movie! Oh I know… DRAW! Yes! Anything! that has nothing to do with smoking!

Thanks for all the support and help!

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sums it all up….Cold play – fix you

(CLICK THE TITLE OF THIS POST FOR THE SONG/VIDEO)

Cold play – fix you

When you try your best, but you don’t succeed
When you get what you want, but not what you need
When you feel so tired, but you can’t sleep
Stuck in reverse

And the tears come streaming down your face
When you lose something you can’t replace
When you love someone but it goes to waste
Could it be worse?

Lights will guide you home
And ignite your bones
And I will try to fix you

When high up above or down below
When you’re too in love to let it go
But if you never try you’ll never know
Just what you’re worth

Lights will guide you home
And ignite your bones
And I will try to fix you

Tears stream down your face
When you lose something you cannot replace
Tears stream down your face
And I…

Tears stream down your face
I promise you I will learn from my mistakes
Tears stream down your face
And I…

Lights will guide you home
And ignite your bones
And I will try to fix you
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When you try your best, but you don’t succeed
(failed/ cheated on not smoking)

When you get what you want, but not what you need
(you have no idea the meaning THAT line carries for me personally)

When you feel so tired, but you can’t sleep
(every single day)

Stuck in reverse
(old habits die hard…or live on uncontrollably)

And the tears come streaming down your face
(guilt, self pity….. guilt, disappointment….guilt)

When you lose something you can’t replace
(nicotine)

When you love someone but it goes to waste

Could it be worse?
(nope!)

Lights will guide you home
And ignite your bones
And I will try to fix you
(who?……can/will/wants/…. to fix THIS?…)

When high up above or down below
(down below…thus this post)

When you’re too in love to let it go
(sigh…)

But if you never try you’ll never know
(I tried… I know)

Just what you’re worth
(I am painfully aware..)

Lights will guide you home
And ignite your bones
And I will try to fix you
(who?……can/will/wants/…. to fix THIS?…)

Tears stream down your face
(yeah…..right about now….)

When you lose something you cannot replace
(nicotine)

Tears stream down your face
And I…

Tears stream down your face
I promise you I will learn from my mistakes
( MY MISTAKES…..)

Tears stream down your face
(my face)

Lights will guide you home
And ignite your bones
And I will try to fix you

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day five

Lets spend a minute focusing on some of the good / positive things (as even I am tired of listening to myself bitch and moan about how much THIS SUCKS… even though it still really does suck, and if I make it through today, after the morning I’ve had so far, it will truly be a miracle)

First, something funny…

Today, my patch wouldn’t stay STUCK.ON.MY.SKIN. It kept coming off, slipping off, sliding, moving. (is it a possessed patch? or maybe my body is rejecting it on purpose in an attempt to make me smoke? ) At one point it was stuck to the inside of my sweatshirt sleeve, not.my.body.at.all (hmmm, maybe that’s why I think it doesn’t work… it has to be stuck on my flesh, not my clothes to release the nicotine.) Nice that my hoody benefited more than I did.

So, after peeling the patch off the inside of my sweatshirt leaving all the good chemicals on cotton and not in my bloodstream, when I went to re-apply what ever was left of the now even more useless patch, it didn’t stick to my skin at all anymore.

So… I had to put THIS sticker OVER the PATCH to keep it in place on my SKIN

(I blurred out my work address, but, yes… that IS an actual mailing label for large sized envelopes, the patch is UNDER the mailing label to stay stuck to me)

and people can still read a clear warning, to STAY.THE.FUCK.AWAY.FROM.ME

Now for the good news:

1. This WEBSITE is AMAZING. The people are great! It is very informative and extremely supportive! Yeay! I spent my entire night, last night, on the forums, reading posts, getting emails and internet virtual meeting new people. From other fellow newbies to seasoned champions of quitting smoking, all together in a free exhange. Not to mention I really like some of the catch phrases / words and the general lingo used like “Nico-deamon” and Q-mmunity. It was something much needed and much appreciated. I will be spending a lot of time over on that site!

2. I am going to research this product CHANTIX because as I have learned, (or heard really) this just may be that magical pill I was wondering about!

3. I have scheduled an appointment with my DOCTOR so I can get the aforementioned prescription!

Now I’m off to work… will post later!

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UPDATED… via comments section of this POST, my brother and his wife have also QUIT, they are using THIS PRODUCT:

So, I went ahead and said to myself, “Well, if it’s working for THEM, maybe? it will work for me… can’t hurt, Let’s give it a shot.”

WRONG! It CAN HURT!

Maybe? The lozenge would have worked / helped ? … BUT, having attempted a single lozenge on my lunch break…I can NOT stand the TASTE. It’s sidewalk chalk that you draw on driveways with, coupled with a mild stinging mint.gone.bad flavor. Or it can also be compared to the flavor of a Maloxx Max chewable and sour millk combination. Seriously, It’s THAT BAD. (I’d rather stick to chewing scotch tape wads.)

I did get a hold of my favorite.DOCTOR.ever… I don’t even have to go to his office. He is phoning IN the script so that I may pick that shit up on my my home!

PLEASE WORK – MAGIC PILL – PLEASE WORK

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THIS IS SOOOOO HELPFUL

These people are GREAT! Oh Thank you! Oh THANK YOU!

(The comments HERE are to show anyone else interseted in JOINING QNT, or quitting smoking, how GREAT these people are)

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day four

My mother decided to tell me WHY I am having such a HARD TIME with this “quit smoking” goal. Aside from the millions of obvious reasons, the mental and physical addiction, and all the reasons in the 25 posts I’ve already written in a 72-hour span of time…

Number one, I picked the day to quit during the week of my PMS (good call!) and although I am not much of a believer in such things as this, she is, so I will go with it, it’s a FULL moon as well.

It appears I have managed to pick the WORST possible week to choose to quit smoking.

Then she said, “Well Meleah, you have never done things the easy way, of course you’d do THIS the hardest.way.possible.”

Can a bitch get a break! Jeez!

Of course, I still have to call my doctor… because, hello! I have health care! And hello, what it says on a box can be quite different that what my doctor has told me in the past….and…. I am convinced the PATCH does.not.work.at.all.not.even.a.little.

(just called doctor’s office, he’s not in until tomorrow….damn it)

Seriously, its not getting better each day…. IT’S GETTING WORSE.

My cravings, obsessions, desires, urges, needs, wanting to smoke is getting STRONGER and STRONGER. (not less and less) and defiantly unbearable to live with.

This is way harder than quitting anything else I have ever tried to quit (and succeeded)

I’m sorry, but I am just not sure if the patch really caters to people who smoked as much and as disgustingly as I did. (It says right on the box, if you smoked 10 or more cigarettes take step one, 10 or fewer cigarettes take step two.) I smoked way more than 10!

Nowhere! In any store, pharmacy (not even a street corner drug dealer) is there a box of patches that says, “If you smoked a jillionzillionbillonmillion cigarettes a day, this patch can help you.”

I am not giving up (on quitting) just yet…. Even though I would love a smooth cool Newport right the fuck now….

I am going to try one more day, before I throw in the towel, LIGHT UP A BUTT and TRY to quit all over another day, like AFTER consulting my doctor, after my “cycle is over” and after JOINING group support help websites.

Like THIS ONE: NJ QUITNET

okay okay, now I am just making excuses to go back to smoking. Now I am just tying to talk myself into ITS OKAY TO GO BACK, YOU CAN QUIT ANOTHER TIME….

g-d damn it if I could STOP OBSESSING, maybe I’D GET OVER IT already

On the one hand, maybe? in a way, it’s a good thing that this withdrawal / quitting process is so difficult, because when / if I get through this, I will never want to go through this again. Hopefully the memory of the agony of going through this will prevent me from ever picking up another cigarette.

On the other hand…. This is like SELF TOURTURE. It’s like I am punishing myself. I wish this was less painful. I know there are no miracle cures, or magical pills. I know its a process, its one day at a time blah!blah!blah! I don’t “do well’ with pain. (I may be perceived as a hard ass at times, but I in reality, I am a fucking wimp!) I wish I could be knocked out, wake up cured or just sail through this as if nothing ever happened.

I know if I don’t “make it” right now I will disappoint a million people, like my family who have been beyond helpful. My mother calls me every few hours to check in on me, reminding me how proud of me she is….she listens to my rants much like an AA sponsor and my father is bargaining with cashiers for boxes of lollipops.

But mostly, my son will be crushed. He’s been asking me to quit since he was 5 years old, from hiding them to flushing them, to crying and begging me. Even telling me just how I am killing myself and how he doesn’t want his mommy to die.

LOOK AT THIS FACE…. HOW CAN I LET HIM DOWN?!!!

How can I WANT a cigarette after that?

Yet I do!

Worse than ever.

Yes, I have real motivations for quitting (see the aforementioned) and yes I do have real health issues that are affected by me smoking. Yes in the long run I may suffer horribly from that damage caused by smoking…but this is my ONLY VICE

Maybe it’s because my quitting motives aren’t exactly PURE that I am having such a hard time.

Like I said, I do want to quit, but I want to smoke more, and I need to find a way to make myself WANT TO QUIT.

Of all the people I have talked to, that have quit and started, quit and stayed quit, were all successful only because they really WANTED to quit.

So, how do I convince myself I want to quit?

Maybe, I should take a break from writing about and talking about too…

less obsessing?

I am making this harder on myself, worse for those around me, and harassing the internet when it’s all really very fucking simple….

DO I WANT TO QUIT SMOKING?
then just suck it up and do it.

DO I WANT TO SMOKE?
then light up and shut the fuck up.

(I need a new topic ASAP to write about!)

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