Thought it might be time for a word from Chantix. This is my start of Week Three of zero nicotine. I haven't followed all of the recommended head rules and I blame that entirely on my terrible printer kharma. Other than that, I've been following the spirit of the thing. This particular spirit is radically different from the other ways I tried to quit.
Now for the Captain Obvious thing. Any experiment in quitting that didn't result in the total cessation of smoking cigarettes was a lesson on what doesn't give the results required. On with another experiment. I don't really want to segue into a lesson on what it means to run the same experiment over and over, yet expect different results. | In the past, I have taken responsibility for the decision to not smoke. Out loud for all the world to hear. "I am choosing not to smoke." I've put my money where my mouth was, so to speak. A very common smoking monkey can convince it's owner that cigarettes smoked in secret don't count. Secret cigarettes, secret food, secret anything doesn't count, sez all the monkeys. |
Well, by jingo and by golly, I just might have a handle on licking that particular monkey. I'm really starting to see lighting one cigarette as a commitment to a lifetime of smoking. Chantix has recommended that I avoid smoking situations. Here's Thing One: walking outside the door is a smoking situation for me. Thing Two: in the past I've deliberately not avoided smoking situations. This really is a key difference, this avoidance. I blame my prior acceptance of it on Mark Twain. He wrote a short story about a town that thought it was righteous because it had never been tempted. The story will remain part of my philosophy of life, but not necessarily integral to being a big, fat quitter.