Just realized I’ve been smoke-free for more than a year. Passed the mark about one week ago. That’s pretty cool
I wasn’t a heavy smoker, “just” a social smoker who was beginning to become a three-smokes-per-day type smoker, and starting to look forward to those three cigarettes just a liiiitle too much.
How did I do it? Here’s what comes to mind:
- It took many tries before that (i.e. proves perhaps that the more you try, the more likely you are to succeed)
- I’d read about a writer who’d embarked upon a guided psilocybin (magic mushrooms) experience to tackle the addiction at the subconscious level, and that had done it for him. I did not take any psilocybin (it wasn’t convenient for me, I had kids, I didn’t live anywhere near guides that I knew of, etc. etc.) but I gave myself the same kind of treatment in my mind. I believe that actually helped a lot — going on an imaginary mushroom trip or three
- I made up my mind but did not announce it
- Probably the thing that made it the easiest was not hanging around smokers for nearly this entire year. I’d stopped both drinking and smoking at that time, and was no longer invited to participate in drinking and smoking events; I was sad about this at first, but finally got over it, and it worked out quite well in the end for the smoking, at least. Now I’ve re-embarked on the alcohol-free mission, which ended after nearly five months last year, when I decided to have a celebratory glass of wine on a date with my husband. My husband drinks (moderately) but doesn’t ever smoke.
- The first time I hung out with a smoker after quitting was about three weeks before the one-year mark. I’d been drinking at a dinner party, and was quite tipsy. My smoking friend pressured me jovially, but insistently, to smoke with him. I said curtly, “No interest in it whatsoever.” And that was the truth. So close to the one-year mark? Are you kidding me? Even tipsy/drunk, I was not going to buckle just to experience that so-called pleasure for a mere few minutes. As soon as my friend heard me say that, and heard the dismissive resolve in my voice, he stopped pressuring me. And that was it. It felt amazing to know that we have this incredible power once we make up our minds. I suppose the same works for alcohol or any other vice we want to eliminate.
I love feeling smell-goody and healthy and clean, and knowing I am setting a good example for my kids, exponentially increasing the chances that they won’t smoke and thus that their kids won’t smoke. And that with any luck they won’t see me dying of throat cancer one day.
My “I Am Sober” app tells me that I’ve also saved €445 and 371 hours (of estimated time buying cigarettes, planning to smoke and actually smoking) since becoming smoke-free. Not too bad; the money saved will actually entirely cover the costs of our upcoming family holiday at a lakeside cabin, including fuel and highway tolls and vacation rental. I can feel proud!!! Or I can buy myself a fancy purse 😉 🙂
Please Tree, let it be that I continue thusly.
Photo by Chris Gonzalez on Pexels, mushroom type unnamed. (p.s. According to one of my random falls down the rabbit hole of online mushroom classification, these appear to be of the genus mycena, and not likely a species that contains psilocybin. Reminder: don’t pick/ingest wild mushrooms without an experienced and trusted guide. Many species can be toxic/poisonous and can cause illness/death.)