I'm a winner!

I'm kind of a loser.

I keep giving myself deadlines that I half-heartedly stick to, but have been making lifestyle changes that make it easier to avoid cigarettes.

It's not too bad: I have four or so about three times a week. It's still too much.

I'm feeling pretty optimistic about the summer though: I quit my pool league (no more smoky pool halls) and will be singing/performing more (not being able to cleanly hit high C anymore is paining me).

All this talk of quitting made me start again after four fucking years. I BLAME ALL OF YOU.

(Because personal responsibility is for twunts.)

Congratulations, porpoise!

By the way, can you walk down a parallel street for a while? It's so much easier when you just avoid the trigger situations.

You won't miss the cigs like this for much longer. Give yourself a chance to really start feeling good.

Can I join in? Is it ok if I'm quitting something else?

God it's hard sometimes. Recently it's been better, cravings-wise, and I'm generally feeling less mentally down. But God, I've been such a bitch recently. WTF do the rest of you do to de-stress when you just CAN'T GET AWAY FROM PEOPLE???

PinkStainless - aw man, now I'm the hook for your health insurance and deborah's psych bills?

Thanks Miko.

_{Have you tried masturbating furiously, muddgirl? At the least it'll make people go away...}

At the least it'll make people go away...

Depends on where you live.

Yeah, I guess that could get you phone-cammed.

That's funny, I have a surprising true story from my younger, wilder, and freer days:

I was in a public restroom in Tokyo, in a big train station that might have been out on one of the private lines crossing through Shibuya station; anyway, Southwest Tokyo.

There was this dude using the urinal at the end of the row, who was standing there half facing me, pants around his ankles, face red as a beet, jacking off, but it didn't seem for pleasure. It was like he was trying to exhibit obnoxious behavior that would clear the bathroom or get him arrested. A businessman came in, saw him, and left.

I looked him right in the eye, worked up some wood of my own, and whipped it out, smug and superior.

He emitted a crestfallen whine, tucked himself back in, and slunk out of the bathroom.

I quit smoking three days later, and I could feel my lungs turn pink again just in time to start back up after about two months.

Being a loser is underrated. I'm so glad that when I came into this thread you hadn't "backslid" let's say. I mean, it's your body and your life on the one hand, but on the other hand, as a MetaChat member, you belong to the Collective.

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I quit three years ago. Still crave 'em... never smoke 'em.

You won't miss the cigs like this for much longer.
Been two years now and I still get wild cravings a lot of the time. I seem to have come up with a workable compromise, though - I only smoke when I am away from town on business, giving me a 2-3 day fix every two months or so. Not perfect, but better than nothing.