omoplatypus
3/05/2010 12:26am,
in another thread, i refrenced that i quit smoking, and a few of you wanted more details. i'll say this first off; quitting smoking is one of the most difficult and yet rewarding things you can do, and i give mad props to anybody who can bring themselves to quit before a major medical problem occurs.
i make that last point as a coworker's husband had a heart attack entirely from smoking. he ate well, stayed active for his age, and smoked 2 packs a day of regular camels. he was in the hospital for 20 days. when he came out without having a cigarette for nearly 3 weeks, he had broken the addiction. it is commendable, yes. however, he quit with a lack of supply. if there were no cigs tomorrow, everybody would be ex smokers with little effort.
anyway, back to my experience. first off, i had been a smoker since i was 13 years old. i had quit for months on end more than a handfull of times, but i always went back to it. after a while i resigned myself to being a lifetime smoker, even after being diagnosed with thalessemia minor and having my martial arts future threatened. i kept smoking.
finally, my fiance (now my wife) came clean about how much debt she actually had. she was scared that i wouldn't want to marry her if i knew how bad off she was. i told her that i loved her no matter what and we would find a way out.
i did the math and there was absolutely no way we could afford to make significant dents in her various debts with our incomes and her current payments. something had to go. on a whim, i decided to factor in our cigarette budgets (she smoked too, despite the fact her mother died of cancer 8 years ago). i found that without cigarettes, we could have her out of credit card debt in less than 6 months.
i told her, "if you quit smoking, i'll quit with you. i will use as much money as i can to get get you out of debt, but your cigarette money is gonna get thrown in the pot too. if you don't quit smoking, i won't help you with one red cent."
we each had about a half carton of our brand in the house and decided to quit at the same time on the same day. it would be a thursday night as we both had the next day off work and we had a 3 day weekend.
thursday night we spent an hour outside smoking up our last pack together. anxiety levels were high, but so were our hopes. the future of credit card freedom was giving me a boner.
day 1, general malaise and anxiety mixed with mild discomfort set in at early morning. i'm grateful i don't have to go to work.
by the afternoon, i'm sufficiently grumpy and unpleasant to be around. i lock myself in my office to play lego star wars and eat girlscout cookies all day. by night time all i want to do is go to sleep and not be bothered with any level of conversation. i have no idea how my wife's day went, i didn't feel like being around anybody. i ate a couple of thin mints, drank some nyquil and passed out.
day 2, i wake up shaking and with a scratchy throat. i also have a headache that isn't quite throbbing, but doesn't feel good. i grab a half gallon of orange juice out of the fridge and head to the gym. i spend an hour doing cardio (and cough up something brown) drink half the OJ, get in the sauna for 15 minutes, do another half hour of cardio, drink the other half of the OJ (i was convinced orange juice would help with the nicotine cravings) took a shower, got in the lap pool for 3 kilometers then went home and ate thin mints (the chocolate made me happy) and played more video games in my office. mrs. kimbo said something ignorant and i called her a retarded ****. she threw something at me. i threw my sweaty jockstrap at her, somehow this leads to humping. after that i take another shower, lock myself in my office and go back to video games until bed time. more nyquil and more thin mints help me to sleep. i feel like i am going to puke.
day 3. i want to punch everybody i see. everybody that talks to me sounds like a fork on a blackboard. i hate the world. i wake up coughing uncontrollably. brown **** flies out of my throat and looks like tiny rotten clusters of grapes. mrs. kimbo has the same thing. i take a hot shower until the water goes cold, then go to the gym. after an hour of cardio i run to walgreens and pick up more oj. i down the entire carton, get in the sauna, take a shower, buy more oj, drink the whole carton, go home, yell at mrs. kimbo, she calls me a mother fucker and says i don't know how shitty she feels, i call her a retard, she punches me in the dick, we ****, i drink more oj, we scream at each other about who's turn it is to do the laundry, she punches me in the dick, i storm out and go to the movies, i scream at the popcorn girl because she's a dumb high school whore, the theater manager tells me to calm down and apologize, i threaten to fist his ass, i receive a forcible refund for my tickets and am asked to not return to that theater, i go to another theater and watch GI joe the rise of cobra, i call cobra commander a **** ****** at the top of my lungs when the movie pissed me off.
after all that, i bought a gallon of oj, and headed back to the gym. mrs. kimbo calles me up crying saying that she misses me and wants me to come cuddle with her because she feels sick. i spend a half hour at the gym, go home, sip on my oj, and get a blowjob. then i ate thin mints and drank a shot of nyquil and went to sleep.
day 4. first day at work as a non smoker. i coughed up more ****, drank 3 gallons of orange juice, cried in the bathroom, nearly passed out from an anxiety attack, went home an hour early.
day 5. i call in sick to work. i stay in bed until noon, get up, go to the gym, drink a gallon of oj, eat a box of thin mints (mrs. kimbo had bought a cubic **** of girlscout cookies a few months earlier) all day i'm coughing up **** but now it's more yellow than brown, drink more oj, eat a shitload of cookies, drink more oj, eat 2 cans of speghettios, go back to the gym, then mrs. kimbo and i went to hooters to celebrate 5 days without smoking. i pigged out and ate 20 wings, drank 4 beers, ate a slice of chocolate caramel cheesecake, and a side order of fries.
day 6. i don't hurt anymore and my temper is back to normal. i'm a calm and rational person, but i cant shake the desire to smoke. every thing i do makes me want a cigarette. it's not a physical urge, it's all a giant psych out. by the end of the day i'm pissed off. mrs. kimbo offers me some romance time, but all i want is take out chinese food and a hot shower. that night i ate a sleeve of thin mints and drank more oj.
day 7. i start to feel normal. i don't bitch at work. my coworkers that smoke aren't tempting me anymore as they now smell like ****. i wonder if i ever stunk that bad. i realize i did and i want to puke. the smell of cigarette smoke actually does make me puke before the end of the day.
that night, mrs. kimbo and i go back to hooters to celebrate one full week of not smoking. then we went to see district 9 at the theater i got kicked out of. i realize after pigging out at the theater that i'm eating and drinking 2-3 times as many calories as i did as a smoker. i've also gained 5 pounds.
over the next 3 weeks, it was a daily effort to not smoke. i didn't go to bars, i ignored invitations to go to my favorite hang out (funny bone comedy club) i watch a shitload of movies, eat way to much, gain a total of 20 pounds, go to the gym semi regularly, and every few hours make a conscious decision to not smoke.
did i ever slip? yeah, there were points between then and now that i've had cigarettes. i've probably smoked 10 cigs since i quit. but, i keep reminding myself that i'm not a smoker. i just fucked up. bumming one cig doesn't mean i have to go buy a pack.
at one point i did break down and buy a pack. i smoked one and threw the pack away. i just didn't want to be a smoker and i knew that JUST ONE PACK could hook me again.
yeah, it sucked. my temper was god awful, mrs. kimbo didn't help it at all, her temper was as short as mine, i felt like i had the flu, and i had to drug myself to get to sleep or the nicotine cravings would keep me up, but it was only a week and i was already feeling better.
i promise you, if you have the proper motivation and you can understand the difference between a **** up and a failure, you can quit smoking.
btw, i was able to use jew powers and get mrs. kimbo's credit card debt negotiated to principle only, and also got one bank to admit they had no records of her debt at all (erased 1800 bucks of debt right there). she was out of debt in 3 months.
i make that last point as a coworker's husband had a heart attack entirely from smoking. he ate well, stayed active for his age, and smoked 2 packs a day of regular camels. he was in the hospital for 20 days. when he came out without having a cigarette for nearly 3 weeks, he had broken the addiction. it is commendable, yes. however, he quit with a lack of supply. if there were no cigs tomorrow, everybody would be ex smokers with little effort.
anyway, back to my experience. first off, i had been a smoker since i was 13 years old. i had quit for months on end more than a handfull of times, but i always went back to it. after a while i resigned myself to being a lifetime smoker, even after being diagnosed with thalessemia minor and having my martial arts future threatened. i kept smoking.
finally, my fiance (now my wife) came clean about how much debt she actually had. she was scared that i wouldn't want to marry her if i knew how bad off she was. i told her that i loved her no matter what and we would find a way out.
i did the math and there was absolutely no way we could afford to make significant dents in her various debts with our incomes and her current payments. something had to go. on a whim, i decided to factor in our cigarette budgets (she smoked too, despite the fact her mother died of cancer 8 years ago). i found that without cigarettes, we could have her out of credit card debt in less than 6 months.
i told her, "if you quit smoking, i'll quit with you. i will use as much money as i can to get get you out of debt, but your cigarette money is gonna get thrown in the pot too. if you don't quit smoking, i won't help you with one red cent."
we each had about a half carton of our brand in the house and decided to quit at the same time on the same day. it would be a thursday night as we both had the next day off work and we had a 3 day weekend.
thursday night we spent an hour outside smoking up our last pack together. anxiety levels were high, but so were our hopes. the future of credit card freedom was giving me a boner.
day 1, general malaise and anxiety mixed with mild discomfort set in at early morning. i'm grateful i don't have to go to work.
by the afternoon, i'm sufficiently grumpy and unpleasant to be around. i lock myself in my office to play lego star wars and eat girlscout cookies all day. by night time all i want to do is go to sleep and not be bothered with any level of conversation. i have no idea how my wife's day went, i didn't feel like being around anybody. i ate a couple of thin mints, drank some nyquil and passed out.
day 2, i wake up shaking and with a scratchy throat. i also have a headache that isn't quite throbbing, but doesn't feel good. i grab a half gallon of orange juice out of the fridge and head to the gym. i spend an hour doing cardio (and cough up something brown) drink half the OJ, get in the sauna for 15 minutes, do another half hour of cardio, drink the other half of the OJ (i was convinced orange juice would help with the nicotine cravings) took a shower, got in the lap pool for 3 kilometers then went home and ate thin mints (the chocolate made me happy) and played more video games in my office. mrs. kimbo said something ignorant and i called her a retarded ****. she threw something at me. i threw my sweaty jockstrap at her, somehow this leads to humping. after that i take another shower, lock myself in my office and go back to video games until bed time. more nyquil and more thin mints help me to sleep. i feel like i am going to puke.
day 3. i want to punch everybody i see. everybody that talks to me sounds like a fork on a blackboard. i hate the world. i wake up coughing uncontrollably. brown **** flies out of my throat and looks like tiny rotten clusters of grapes. mrs. kimbo has the same thing. i take a hot shower until the water goes cold, then go to the gym. after an hour of cardio i run to walgreens and pick up more oj. i down the entire carton, get in the sauna, take a shower, buy more oj, drink the whole carton, go home, yell at mrs. kimbo, she calls me a mother fucker and says i don't know how shitty she feels, i call her a retard, she punches me in the dick, we ****, i drink more oj, we scream at each other about who's turn it is to do the laundry, she punches me in the dick, i storm out and go to the movies, i scream at the popcorn girl because she's a dumb high school whore, the theater manager tells me to calm down and apologize, i threaten to fist his ass, i receive a forcible refund for my tickets and am asked to not return to that theater, i go to another theater and watch GI joe the rise of cobra, i call cobra commander a **** ****** at the top of my lungs when the movie pissed me off.
after all that, i bought a gallon of oj, and headed back to the gym. mrs. kimbo calles me up crying saying that she misses me and wants me to come cuddle with her because she feels sick. i spend a half hour at the gym, go home, sip on my oj, and get a blowjob. then i ate thin mints and drank a shot of nyquil and went to sleep.
day 4. first day at work as a non smoker. i coughed up more ****, drank 3 gallons of orange juice, cried in the bathroom, nearly passed out from an anxiety attack, went home an hour early.
day 5. i call in sick to work. i stay in bed until noon, get up, go to the gym, drink a gallon of oj, eat a box of thin mints (mrs. kimbo had bought a cubic **** of girlscout cookies a few months earlier) all day i'm coughing up **** but now it's more yellow than brown, drink more oj, eat a shitload of cookies, drink more oj, eat 2 cans of speghettios, go back to the gym, then mrs. kimbo and i went to hooters to celebrate 5 days without smoking. i pigged out and ate 20 wings, drank 4 beers, ate a slice of chocolate caramel cheesecake, and a side order of fries.
day 6. i don't hurt anymore and my temper is back to normal. i'm a calm and rational person, but i cant shake the desire to smoke. every thing i do makes me want a cigarette. it's not a physical urge, it's all a giant psych out. by the end of the day i'm pissed off. mrs. kimbo offers me some romance time, but all i want is take out chinese food and a hot shower. that night i ate a sleeve of thin mints and drank more oj.
day 7. i start to feel normal. i don't bitch at work. my coworkers that smoke aren't tempting me anymore as they now smell like ****. i wonder if i ever stunk that bad. i realize i did and i want to puke. the smell of cigarette smoke actually does make me puke before the end of the day.
that night, mrs. kimbo and i go back to hooters to celebrate one full week of not smoking. then we went to see district 9 at the theater i got kicked out of. i realize after pigging out at the theater that i'm eating and drinking 2-3 times as many calories as i did as a smoker. i've also gained 5 pounds.
over the next 3 weeks, it was a daily effort to not smoke. i didn't go to bars, i ignored invitations to go to my favorite hang out (funny bone comedy club) i watch a shitload of movies, eat way to much, gain a total of 20 pounds, go to the gym semi regularly, and every few hours make a conscious decision to not smoke.
did i ever slip? yeah, there were points between then and now that i've had cigarettes. i've probably smoked 10 cigs since i quit. but, i keep reminding myself that i'm not a smoker. i just fucked up. bumming one cig doesn't mean i have to go buy a pack.
at one point i did break down and buy a pack. i smoked one and threw the pack away. i just didn't want to be a smoker and i knew that JUST ONE PACK could hook me again.
yeah, it sucked. my temper was god awful, mrs. kimbo didn't help it at all, her temper was as short as mine, i felt like i had the flu, and i had to drug myself to get to sleep or the nicotine cravings would keep me up, but it was only a week and i was already feeling better.
i promise you, if you have the proper motivation and you can understand the difference between a **** up and a failure, you can quit smoking.
btw, i was able to use jew powers and get mrs. kimbo's credit card debt negotiated to principle only, and also got one bank to admit they had no records of her debt at all (erased 1800 bucks of debt right there). she was out of debt in 3 months.