One of the many times I tried to quit smoking, I actually posted online.  The date of this is 3/13/2001.  I read it and almost died laughing.  To be honest, it made me feel good to know even I’ve been through this before. 

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… update …

Let’s see if I can give this update in a nutshell. LOL Not gonna happen, but I will put this in list form:

a. set my quit date 1 week in advance for 03-09-2001

b. buy patches (ouch $$$ but told worth it)

c. threw out all cigs on 03-09-2001 as PLANNED

d. placed patch on arm

e. go to sleep and have a dream I got arrested for saying a very NOT SO NICE word to a California Highway Patrol Officer REPEATEDLY (LOL I don’t even cuss! And have had -0- speeding tickets for over 15 years!) after he drops a file cabinet on me at work (hugh? I work in an accounting office — and not for the state! what’s he doing there!)

f. wake in the morning and stay in bed practically all day biting off the head of any poor soul that DARED to venture my way

g. secretly begin thinking this "PATCH" is a joke and go to change the patch, noting that it ISN’T there and fell off late night prior (ARGH! no wonder!)

h. Decide I don’t need the patch now, since I’m 24 hours into this thing (RED LIGHT AND SIREN FLASHING HERE!)

i. Go through Sunday with my teeth gritted and bought a pack of cigs at night — ONLY to get my boyfriend deciding to be my hero and GRAB it before I can light one and toss them FAR AWAY. (Now if HE wasn’t a police officer, I might have throttled him at that point — LOL Love or no love!).

j. Begin thinking I’m insane

k. Know I’m insane

l. Wake to go to work on Monday, and vow to be a good girl but CRAVE to smoke from the second I get up, until getting to work.

m. One small minor mishap in work within 15 minutes from my arrival and WHAM — someone (not me really… ) takes over my mind and body and hurls myself into my little Toyota ECHO (brand new and smelling like cigs a little already — BLECH!) and drives like the insane IRRATIONAL woman I am to the local store and buys a pack of cigs.

n. No boyfriend to detour me now! ::grumble grumble:: I unwrap those puppies and take an inhale (not even a BIG one mind you). I choke like a mad woman, and crumble it up (both the unsmoked cig and the cig packet) and drive BACK to work.

o. I get back to work — low and behold there’s more stress waiting for me and I get BACK in the Toyota ECHO of mine and speed off to buy yet ANOTHER pack of cigs (IF you are counting that will make 3 packs puchased in one 24 hour period)

p. I see the pack I threw out the window on the side of the road and am half tempted to stop and get it — BUT hold my dignity and drive on and bought the 3rd pack.

q. I get it BACK to work and I smoke a whole cig with one of my co-workers who I’m sure at this point is wondering what telephone number to call to get someone institutionalized.

r. I call my boyfriend and ask him (BEG is a better word here) to PLEASE find those patches that I didn’t use and RUSH them to me RIGHT AWAY!

s. I hand the pack of cigs to my co-worker and say QUICK — KILL THEM! KILL THEM ALL! And I dive into my office slamming and locking the door.

t. Boyfriend enters scene with patch in hand wondering if he should 5150 me (crazy woman).

u. I put the patch on at 11:00 AM Monday morning and since that time, I have had

ZERO CRAVINGS FOR NICOTINE!

I swear. 19 Hours later… I haven’t had one strong physical craving for a cigarette. I’m the calmest, most sane wonderful person I’ve been in eons.

What the HECK is in these PATCHES! (uh… duh)

::falls and praises the PATCH god::

The only thing I’m dealing with, and it isn’t even much — is new habits to do when stressed or bored.

I guess I need to redo my quitometer — but basically, it’s been 19+ hours of smoke free and SO LOVING IT!

~Zy~ (the crazy insane sane woman)
www.zyriana.com <~~~ you can see me and my two boys Do I look insane to you?! Hee hee.