Missed a Step?
Hi, everyone.
This is my sixth day not smoking. 5d 16h!
I don't really know what to say other than I feel like somehow I missed a step in the quitting process. I can't say that I've really had any strong cravings at all this week to smoke. There hasn't been a voice inside of me that has said, "OMG! I must have a cigarette *right now*!" Five years ago when I tried to quit, that's exactly how I felt and I completely understood why it was called Hell Week because it was just the worst. I remember cravings so bad that it took every ounce of strength for me to just get myself into the shower to avoid smoking.
I don't want to sound like I'm complaining that it's been "too easy." On the contrary, it has been difficult for me, or I wouldn't still be quoting my stats to anyone who will listen! It's just been different than I had expected and I had a really hard time putting my finger on it until today. I now know what I've been feeling and why it has been so hard - I've felt like something is missing from my life. I certainly don't want to romanticize cigarettes, but let's face it, for most of us they have been there for us through both good and bad times, and every relationship we've ever had.
It started to click for me yesterday when I was out hiking, when I caught myself not thinking about cigarettes at all. That's a thought I've only ever associated with the healing process of getting over a relationship. I'm terrible at relationships; I'm single. And when they end, they usually leave me feeling pretty scarred and raw for a while, and I'll spend weeks obsessing about the situation until one day I have that thought, that "oh wow, I'm actually thinking about something else for a change!" After that, things get a little easier every day as I learn to "let go."
The thing is, I never totally get over the people that I have loved in my life. And if giving up cigarettes is anything like that, then I just might be in for some real trouble. But the more I think about it, the more I realize I also don't ever let those people get too close to me ever again. Once I'm "over it" there's just no going back, and to date, there's only been one exception to that where it has been an on/off thing for more than two years, despite my knowing better. Am I thinking too much about this? I really don't know.
Anyway, I just thought I would share some of the insights I feel I've had recently. I guess the key now is to find ways to substitute those "empty moments" that cigarettes filled up for me with something else. Does anyone have any suggestions? I'm at such peace in the woods, but I can't spend all day there, and once I leave there for the day and return to "the real world" it's just not nearly as satisfying. I'm worried I might start smoking again for no other reason than it is something familiar to me. I don't know though; at least I'm not just being impulsive, I'm rationalizing everything.
-Samuel
P.S. I started having cravings while I wrote this. Way to open my mouth, lol.
My Milage:My Quit Date: 8/23/2009
Smoke-Free Days: 5
Cigarettes Not Smoked: 110
Amount Saved: $16.32
Life Gained:Days: 0
Hrs: 16
Mins: 54
Seconds: 6