Hell week was hell, torture, evil, and every other negative adjective out there. Weeks 2 and 3 were almost as hard for me. I had a lot of stressful things happening in my life. Things that in the past would have been more than enough of an excuse to drop my quit. But not this time. This time I used my anger, frustration and anxiety in a different way. Instead of hating my quit for making me feel so crappy, I turned my hate towards the true source. Every headache, cold sweat, tearful moment I suffered was NOT because of the quit. I would never had had to quit, if it weren't for that demon. So I would take a 'non-smoke break,' lock myself in my car, and yell. Yell at the nicotine, yell at the stresser, yell at the craving. "F#@% you! You are not worth losing my quit!' It worked. I got out my frustrations, cried some, and scared passers-by ;) But I didn't smoke. I can't even count the number of times I tried to stop in the past. But really, that's all it was, I stopped smoking for a while. I didn't change my coping mechanisms, I didn't change my life to exclude nicotine. This time, I truly quit.
[B]My Milage:[/B]
[B]My Quit Date: [/B] 8/5/2006
[B]Smoke-Free Days:[/B] 93
[B]Cigarettes Not Smoked:[/B] 1,873
[B]Amount Saved:[/B] $325.5
[B]Life Gained:[/B]
[B]Days:[/B] 6 [B]Hrs:[/B] 16 [B]Mins:[/B] 3 [B]Seconds:[/B] 12
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$100,361.80
Amount Saved
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Days: 4692
Hours: 6
Minutes: 6
Seconds: 46
Life Gained
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45619
Smoke Free Days
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456,190
Cigarettes Not Smoked