Stop Smoking Now!

May 17, 1999

That is the date when I quit smoking. I have scheduled in my calendar as an anniversary to celebrate. And every year on May 17, 1999, I give myself a pat on the back and sing my own praises to anyone and everyone to hear.
Why? Because, as many people know too well, is darned hard to quit! Studies show that most people will try to stop and leave at least three times before his success, and honestly, I think the statistic is too low. I smoked for 18 years. And during those 18 years, I have managed to increase the amount I smoked until I was puffing through four packs a day!

Every day, at the end of the day, my lungs ached and my head was pounding. But still, I puffed away. I smoked through three pregnancies. I was convinced that you can never quit, so he tried to cut. It did not. In the after giving birth hospital, I was one of those people who sneak into the bathroom, turn on the exhaust fan, surreptitiously and feed my addiction. ‘Course, it was in recent years. After giving birth to my first child in 1991, is still ok to smoke in a room visitors maternity floor. I remember once, when I was pregnant with my son ( he is the son number three), I was walking to the park with my neighbor and our children, and someone who was driving by the reality has commented on the fact that I was pregnant and smoking. That comment made me angry . . . and embarrassed.

That person never was obviously a smoker, not a real smoker anyway. A real smoker can quit not only because it is best for the baby. I just do not darned easy! And, remember, I grew up in an era where women smoked during pregnancy and nobody batted an eyelash. When I was a child, I knew almost all adults smoked. I held out until I was 17, but once I started, it was downhill from there. People just do not realize that smokers do not jump out of bed every morning and sing the praises of nicotine. Of course, smokers, for the most part, are not as upset about the effects of smoking and non-smoking rooms are fine. Until I became a non-smoker, I had forgotten how smelly smokers. Blech! Now, I’m reminded every time my children come home from his father’s house smell bad way really.

When we got home from somewhere where there is smoking, your hair and clothes smell so bad I say, to shower and change immediately. My mother had a dream once cigarettes were US 20 a package and it was still smoking three packs a day. It reminds me of his dream every time look at the prices of cigarettes in the store. Forty dollars in a box? Holy smokes! For some weeds in a tube? Are they nuts? My sister and her husband have to roll your own, and even that is not cheap! Ah, but the law of supply and demand means that as the number of smokers decreases, the price of smoking will continue to rise. I used to have a small program on my computer that kept me informed of the number of cigarettes you’ve smoked and not ccontradad money I’ve saved. I bought a new computer since, and the company that developed some useful program that has since gone out of business, but I can still enter my information in an online calculator and get my stats.

Course savings are not adjusted for inflation (based on the cost of a pack of cigarettes while quitting), but seems to have saved 27, 678.80. A debate on where in the world all that money he goes for another time, but I know that if I were still a smoker, through burning four or more packs a day, I’d be spending more than 120 per week to kill myself. Thanks Phillip Morris. Moreover, according to accountant quit, I have been a nonsmoker for 474 weeks, 3 days, 10 hours, 58 minutes and 48, 49, 50 . . . seconds. Even better, I added 181 weeks, 1 day, 14 hours, and 41 minutes of my life. But I am different from the person who made the comment about my pregnancy and smoking status for years. I have never convicted for smoking and I never will. Of course, I hate when my ex, or anyone else smoke around my children, and when I have to be around cigarette smoke for too long, I do not feel well, but what kind of hypocrite if I condemned any other to do exactly what I have suffered for so many years. And I know that, even though the person sentenced in 1997 I obviously thought was his comment, either productive or held (that is, of course, either), let me not to feel powerless against my addiction.

You can not shame someone to quit, but it sure can be supportive when they decide to take the plunge. And if they can not prove, just keep your big mouth shut. The good news? Quitting smoking is much easier than I had imagined! Make no mistake, it is difficult, but nowhere near the pure hell I thought it would be. All those times I tried to quit cold turkey and Dejar De Fumar those times when it was pure hell, are now overshadowed by my success. I have been a nonsmoker for now . . . well . . . 474 weeks, 3 days, 10 hours, 58 minutes and 48, 49, 50 . . . seconds, and I managed to stay that way through hellacious divorce more known to man, the stress of single motherhood, and two daughters in their teens. If I can do it, anyone can!

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