Or, “The Day I Went Back On Chantix Consistently.”
I finally caved to my desire to have a smoke this weekend. A lot of close friends were in town, we were drinking, and everyone seemed to be smoking. It’s one of those situations where, even if you already smoke, you end up smoking more when you’re in that situation. I fell off the wagon (more like deliberately stepped off to stretch my legs), but I’m back on today.
Somebody set up us the bomb I’ll take “What happen” for $200, Alex. The thing is, I felt I had enough willpower to resist, but there were times when there was a lull in the action and it was just a couple of us out on the porch chatting. I decided to cave in, knowing full well I won’t be in this situation again for another 3 months (at the Shootout in August), and will be back to not smoking again as of this morning.
3 Strikes I had a grand total of 3 smokes this weekend. I would have easily burned through 4 packs in that time, had I not been on Chantix and quit for a month prior. It’s a disappointment, but still a major accomplishment imo. With each cigarette I smoked, I felt my throat dry out and my breathing get shallow. Within 10 minutes of finishing each smoke, all I wanted to do was go to sleep. Here’s the bit I’m going over in my head since then.
If I don’t want to smoke, and don’t enjoy smoking, why do I still want to smoke? Is this the nicotine addiction surfacing? Powerful stuff. Even so, my resolve today is as strong as it was on Friday. There is no event on the horizon for at least 3 months that I expect will be able to tempt me sufficiently to set foot off the wagon again. Each craving averted makes the next craving that much easier to ignore. I’ve faced what I consider to be my greatest temptation and walked away still feeling confident that I’ll stay quit from here on out.
It does not matter how slow you go, so long as you do not stop.
My Chantix Experience: Day 34
Or, “The Day I Went Back On Chantix Consistently.”
I finally caved to my desire to have a smoke this weekend. A lot of close friends were in town, we were drinking, and everyone seemed to be smoking. It’s one of those situations where, even if you already smoke, you end up smoking more when you’re in that situation. I fell off the wagon (more like deliberately stepped off to stretch my legs), but I’m back on today.
Somebody set up us the bomb
I’ll take “What happen” for $200, Alex. The thing is, I felt I had enough willpower to resist, but there were times when there was a lull in the action and it was just a couple of us out on the porch chatting. I decided to cave in, knowing full well I won’t be in this situation again for another 3 months (at the Shootout in August), and will be back to not smoking again as of this morning.
3 Strikes
I had a grand total of 3 smokes this weekend. I would have easily burned through 4 packs in that time, had I not been on Chantix and quit for a month prior. It’s a disappointment, but still a major accomplishment imo. With each cigarette I smoked, I felt my throat dry out and my breathing get shallow. Within 10 minutes of finishing each smoke, all I wanted to do was go to sleep. Here’s the bit I’m going over in my head since then.
If I don’t want to smoke, and don’t enjoy smoking, why do I still want to smoke?
Is this the nicotine addiction surfacing? Powerful stuff. Even so, my resolve today is as strong as it was on Friday. There is no event on the horizon for at least 3 months that I expect will be able to tempt me sufficiently to set foot off the wagon again. Each craving averted makes the next craving that much easier to ignore. I’ve faced what I consider to be my greatest temptation and walked away still feeling confident that I’ll stay quit from here on out.
It does not matter how slow you go, so long as you do not stop.
In the glovebox: