Five years ago today I smoked my last cigarette. At the time, I never dreamt that I would be able to do it, and on the first try. I did cheat twice: I smoked two cigarettes on day four because I thought I was stressed. The next and last time was at the holiday party at work which was day 11. I inhaled about two puffs before I gagged and almost threw up. All of my fellow coworkers got a kick out of that.
That was it; I was done with it.
I did use the drug Chantix for about a month and did have some wacky dreams, but it was only temporary.
One thing that hasn't been so temporary was the weight gain. Wanna know how I became a middle-aged fat woman? I stopped smoking and gained almost a hundred pounds.
Holy crap! is right. I've heard all of the fat jokes, and it's why a lot people won't quit smoking. However, to all of you smokers out there, I may be overweight but I can outrun, outlast and out breathe most of you.
Think about this: You can buy larger clothes but you can't buy new lungs!
It's been five years for me and I have lost nearly half of the weight I gained. (I know, high fives for me.)
I went cold turkey the day after turkey day. I did it and so can you!