Hey Guys
In 20 minutes it'll be 13 whole days since my LAST puff on my LAST cigarette, that was smoked and savored like it was the most beautiful thing in existence, like i was saying goodbye to a good friend that hadn't done anything wrong. I then went to bed in a sulk, absolutely certain that I'd never be happy again, and with a niggling feeling that i'd probably just fail again anyway.
The one thing I had this time is determination, and shedloads of it for once. When I woke up that Wednesday I WANTED to stop. I knew I HAD TO do this, that there were a gazillion good reasons to quit, and only a few selfish ones to keep damaging myself and, ultimately everyone around me. It was like I was suddenly hit over he head with the reality stick.
It wasn't easy though in those first few days, where my nicotine-deprived mind started peace talks in an effort to stop the madness. All the old hits came back...
'You're a different person without fags, you're so angry!'
'It HAS been a bad day, why not have a couple and try again when things go back to normal?'
'One or two a day aren't gonna do much damage! Are they?' and many more...
All B******S of course and this time I knew it. I just went about way eating, and doing anything and everything to keep my hands busy, and got on with it, secure in knowledge that the feelings were TEMPORARY.
By day 5 i was well chuffed with myself, but i'd got to day 5 plenty of times before and here i was doing it again :confused: Then i stumbled across this forum, and it really does help. I read a hell of a lot of it and even if someone just says 'day 2, feel like death, but i'm still fighting' That helps, 'cos as corny as it sounds, I know i'm not alone, so thank you
So here I am a day off the 2 week mark. I know its still relatively early days but its a massive milestone because i feel I've come so far emotionally than I ever have done on a quit. I really do feel like I've said goodbye to the ol' cancer sticks for good, and i'm so proud of myself for getting this far that there's such a big part of me that doesn't want it ruined. How would I feel reading this post after a relapse???
Anyway thank you for reading and for all your support, you don't know me from Adam but you've helped me and supported me, and that means a lot. Tomorrow is another day and another fight (todays fight was won by eating 4 scones for supper!) And i'll see you on the other side
Jordan