Three hundred and sixty five days, seems to be the norm when it comes to determining whether or not a person’s quit campaign has been successful, and having finally reached that point, I am somewhat inclined to agree. After all, I had consistently encountered those pesky on again, off again, walls of craving right through to around the ten month mark.
Needless to say, those walls have come to a halt. At worst, I now encounter nothing more than a slight flashback. No cravings, just a painless reminder now and then that I used to be a smoker. What truly stands out though, is not the fact these walls have finally broken down, but rather I no longer have a shred of quitter’s remorse.
For so long it had been there, a persistent thought in the back of my mind telling me I missed being able to relax and not concern myself with the frustrations of quitting. I am sure most quitters are familiar with the feeling of envy that often occurred upon seeing smokers go about their business without a care in the world.
Sure, there may have been days it was weaker then others, but it was always there and I was always pushing it away. Forcefully reminding myself of everything I had learned, everything I had gained and everything I would lose if I gave that thought a voice.
At some point over the past two months that thought vanished, and today, I can finally say that I am a true blue, dinky die, non smoker!
I don’t think about them when I wake up.
I don’t think about them when I have a coffee.
I don’t think about them between tasks.
I don’t think about them when feeling stressed.
I don’t think about them when driving.
I don’t think about them when I come out of the movies.
I don’t think about them when socializing.
I don’t think about them during ad breaks.
I don’t think about smoking.
Which is just as well, because I seriously need all that thought space to start focusing on this…….