Quitting smoking, as with any goal, requires motivation. You have to have a reason to do it, you need to find the “why?”.
“Why” did I quit smoking?
I started smoking when I was 24 years old. Yes, it was little late and, yes, it was because I started dating someone who smoked. (and, yes, I did marry him) Over the next 25 years, there were feeble attempts to quit.
My husband and I were supposed to quit together once but he quit and I just went underground. I spent 5 years only smoking when we weren’t together and convincing myself that he didn’t know.
I did quit cold turkey for both of my pregnancies but, I’m not going to lie, I couldn’t pick up fast enough after the births.
I tried Zyban but hated how it made me feel. I also tried Champix and managed to quit for 6 weeks. I blame “a bad day” for starting up again.
I could say that “I gave up” but, being honest, I never really tried. I LOVED smoking.
So what motivated me to finally “try” to quit smoking?
WHY did I quit?
It’s remarkably simple. In February of 2013, I decided to build a house and finally move in with my boyfriend of 10 years AND I booked a trip to DisneyWorld with family.
I thought two things:
1. My BF doesn’t smoke and, although he has been so tolerant for so long, I didn’t want to move my smoky, smelly clothes into “our” house and I didn’t want a butt can on the deck of “our“ house. It’s one thing to smelly up my own house but now it was going to be “our” house.
2. I was the only smoker in a group of 10 going to Disney World and I didn’t want to be the one that had to seek out the smoking areas in the “magical” parks and always be dashing off for 10 minutes.
That was it. That’s all it took. I went back to the doctor and got another prescription for Champix and quit smoking on July 18, 2013. You were maybe expecting a longer story? Sorry to disappoint, but it’s just not that complicated. I quit because I had a reason to.
I found my “why”.
Postscript: I made a deal with myself. I would only quit temporarily. If I am still around on my 75th birthday, I am allowed to have a cigarette. I still miss smoking . . . almost every day . . . but, the way I see it, I only have 25 years left to go.
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