Dare I say that?? After all the craves, rants, rages, hissy fits, tantrums, tears, euphoria, grief, sadness, singing, ups, downs, and all the rest of the things in this Pandora's box called 'the quit', dare I? After all, I would hate to jinx myself at this point and find myself flat on my face with a cigarette in each hand....
But yes, here I am, 6 weeks done today and I do feel stronger, something I never thought would be possible for me as I am not a strong person and notoriously bad at giving things up. Maybe we recover in spite of ourselves? Or is it just the Champix with me? I don't really know. I am the sort of person that does her best to hide from problems, whether it is by smoking, or any other possible means - anything to avoid dealing with things really. But avoiding problems is avoiding LIFE, and who wants to do that? Life is great, warts and all I know that 6 weeks of not smoking is not a long time into a quit, but it does kind of change things. The cravings get easier to deal with, in fact most of the time they are not even there. I don't need to smoke because it's raining, or because a light bulb popped, or because someone looked at me the wrong way, or because I stubbed my toe.... I don't need to smoke AT ALL!! And, in spite of all the difficulties I have in my life at the moment, I feel like tackling them head on instead of running away all the time. Not all at once of course, but bit by bit.
I am the sort of person who never grew up, and at this stage of the game I have absolutely no intention of growing up, as it is so much more fun being an ageing kid But what I DO intend to do is to enjoy life, grow very, very old very, very disgracefully:cool: WITHOUT SMOKING.
And yes, I do dare to say 6 weeks and feeling stronger, because I do feel stronger and I am stronger. So for all those out there just starting their quit, please stay with it, because it really does get better and it is so worth it.