Category Archives: Health

Fighting For My Happy (10 minutes later)

Oh crap.  Oh crap, oh crap, oh crap, oh crap, oh crap.

Negative Evil Me:  I can’t do this.
Postive, Semi-Sorta-Determined Me (in a wavering voice):  Yes, I can.Negative Evil Me:  Muah-ha-ha-ha!  You fool!
Positive, Semi-Sorta-Determined Me (in a slightly more powerful voice):  You be quiet, you…you…you…Meanie!  Leave me alone!

Reasons I am quitting:
It’s pretty much a guarantee that I will die if I don’t quit (well, we’ll all die, but I addressed that in my post yesterday) and I will die with stained, yellow teeth, dried out skin, dirty fingernails, bad breath, and smelly hair.

I’d like to NOT hack and hack and hack up phelgm during my work hours, where the acoustics in my tiny, empty converted-classroom office creates a sound that reverberates through the entire school.

Notes from my Quit Journal from prior Quitting Days:

“I want to quit.  I know I can do it because I quit before and I can quit it for good.  It’s hard at first but eventually it gets easier and later on, you hardly even think of it.” – Postive, Formerly Rock- Star-Confident Me.

Today when I lifted up my coat, a lighter fell out of my p0cket.  I doubt it was some sort of sign from God, but I took it for what it was worth and threw my lighter into the garbage (I know!  Big move, right?!)  Soon after, my back-up lighter (yeah, I didn’t tell you about that one) came out when I was taking off my coat.  My cigarette box never fell out, but by then I was scared enough to get rid of all of it, seeing as my stuff has never fallen out of my jacket pockets before.

Fresh breath
Clean hands
Fresh-smelling hair that holds onto the smell of the shampoos and conditioners.
Fresh-smelling clothes
Healthy/Active lifestyle changes (run, swim, breathe)

No coughing.  No hacking.  No nasty phlegm spits.
No “morning sickness” – the feeling you get when you wake up and you just feel like you’re going to DIE…

Clean, fresh air.

Time:  5:30 am
Last cigarette:  8 pm, December 11, 2014.
Desire to smoke scale (1-10):  4

About to take a shower to get my mind off of the 1-4 feelings.  Peace out, and thanks for any and all support.

Fighting For My Happy (Day One)

Alright, ladies and gents…here it is.  Drumroll, please.  Trumpets, go!

Not to be too over the top, but I’m pretty excited about this new stage.  Details:  I saw my heart beating right in front of my face 2 days ago, then I saw a sleep specialist.

Long story condensed:  I am having health problems, and if I were to quit smoking (cigarettes), start eating right, and start exercising, I will get better. (Who knew?!)  And so this is Day One.

Me:  Holy be-jeezus, I have to quit smoking?  WHAT?!  What have I done?  Oh, what have I done.  This is a mistake.  This is not a good solution.  “Disassemble, disassemble, nooooo!!!” (this is a Short Circuit reference, movie from the 1980s.  Don’t look it up.  It’s really not worth your time, unless you’ve already seen it when you were between the ages of 5-12.  In that case, look it up and rewatch it again and again and again cause if you’re like me, it will inspire you and encourage you in all kinds of crazy ways.  Number Five ALIVE!)

I’ve gotta do this people.  I’ve got to quit.  I’ve got to not put one more cigarette to my lips.  Why does talking about quitting make me want to have a cigarette 10 (billion) times more than when I wasn’t quitting?  Oh yeah…that makes sense.

So wish me luck.  I have some long-term goals in mind but I’m going to keep those to myself for now.  Cause I don’t want to blow it.  I’m promoting positive self-talk.  So shut up, Smoking Me.  The one who thinks she can’t do this.  The one who is currently convincing herself that this was a horrible idea, a terrible plan, a great disaster that will only lead to self-destruction in five, four, three, two….

No.  No more Smoking Me.  I am now LonLon558:  The Non-Smoker.  Trumpets, go!   Heave-ho!  Let’s do this!

 

…this is about to get really ugly….