I quit smoking two years ago yesterday. It seems both longer and like no time at all. I’m not an ex-smoker who misses it. Though I’d tried before August 2020 to quit and had been unsuccessful, this time it took. I quit and didn’t look back. I wore the patch for a few days, had a few low-level cravings, and that was it. I worried … Continue reading Quit smoking or don’t, time marches on.
I quit smoking a little over a year ago. August something or other, 2020 (it might have been the fourth). I didn’t make a note of it for reasons I’ve discussed before, and I continue to be surprised by my success. [i] I honestly didn’t think I’d get it done. I didn’t believe I had quitting in me. I didn’t believe I could get it … Continue reading The last cigarette.
I stopped smoking two weeks ago. I’m feeling pretty good about my progress. I didn’t tell anyone for the first week. I didn’t want the pressure of expectations. I didn’t want to try and fail publicly again. Not advertising again seemed prudent. I did some other things differently too. I didn’t make sure to quit first thing on a Monday morning. I didn’t make sure … Continue reading Two weeks and counting, and I’m chuffed.
I thought it was going to be a stern lecture. The expression on his face said “determined disapproval”. What had made him so irate was unclear. Was it because I was smoking? Is everyone on “team quit”? I’ll get to it. I’m working on it. No, I’m not defensive, why do you ask? I’ve made lots of positive changes, you know. I don’t have to … Continue reading I thought it was going to be a lecture – random thoughts
From Famine to Feast. 