I was just sitting here thinking about having a fag. Not craving, especially. Just thinking 'gosh, I'd love to have a cigarette today.' Remembering how much I 'enjoyed' smoking. So I thought it was time to take stock of where I've got to.
1) I'm quit 43 days today. It's been a rollercoaster but the ride is definitely getting smoother now. I have far more days of feeling fine than I do of feeling crappy.
2) My breathing is so much better. I don't cough in the mornings any more, or indeed at all. I am no longer coughing up nasty tarry stuff. I don't need my asthma inhaler. I used to think it was a really long run from my house to the bus stop and I would arrive there gasping for air. It isn't a long way, it was ME. I'm sitting here taking really deep breaths and I can literally feel how much cleaner and healthier my lungs are.
3) I don't smell. Other smokers STINK like filthy ashtrays.
4) I have more patience, especially with my kids, because I'm not constantly thinking about my next opportunity to sneak away unknown to them and have a fag because they're driving me mad. Oddly enough, now I don't need to do that, they're NOT driving me mad (well, not nearly so often :D) Have realised it was the addiction making me impatient, not them. What a revelation.
5) My sense of smell has improved so drastically I am frankly amazed.
6) Ditto my sense of taste.
7) I'm not much better off financially because I smoked rollies and not that heavily; nonetheless I feel a sense of pride that I'm not handing over ANY of my hard-earned cash to the evil, criminal tobacco companies who are profiting from the slavery and agonising deaths of hundreds of thousands of people.
8) I don't have to go out in the cold and rain and stand by the filthy bins to get my fix at work any more. Ha ha ha!
9) My breath is so much fresher.
10) I have more energy.
11) I'm not so frightened for my future now. I saw one of the kids grandparents from school the other morning. He was sitting in his car waiting at the gate, with an oxygen tank at his side, looking like death, clutching the breathing mask in one hand and a fag in the other. I looked at him and thought 'that will never be me'.
So... could I light up a fag? Yes, I suppose I could. Will I?
No. Not me. Not one puff, ever again.
Hope you're all having good days, fellow quitters!