Watching my father die of lung cancer aged 57 had a strong deterrent effect. My mother has now been a widow longer than she was a wife. If only we had leant on him harder to give up. He did eventually but not until it was too late.
If you can't face going cold turkey, here are two ways to cut down gradually: .What time do you usually smoke the first one of the day? Try putting the time back ten minutes each day. Or similarly, whenever you get the urge, say to yourself, I won't have one right now, I'll have it in ten minutes time. Chances are, when the ten minutes has expired, you will be engrossed in something else and will forget you planned to light a fag.
Thanks Josusa, I’m definitely a cold turkey (with patches and gum!) girl.
my Dad also had lung cancer, although not until he was much older and old age and other stuff got him first at 89, so we were spared that horror. I’m sorry you had to endure that.
All good so far! Busy day pottering, bit of gardening, made some granola and chicken stock and about to make some chicken noodle soup for dinner! Not very noteworthy I know, but keeps my hands/mind busy lol!
i have a long day off tomorrow - the kids are busy until 6, so I’m going to take myself off for a brisk walk after I drop them at school and breathe in some fresh air! 😀
Thanks- I only use patches for the first few days and then use gum, after a little while I switch to normal sugar free gum. I’ve stopped for 5 years in the past without aids, but stupidly got sucked back in and have found it so much harder the last couple of attempts. Nearly 12 hours... £2.40! 😊
I gave up in 1975 when I was 21 after smoking from the age of 15, I did smoke the odd one after giving up and smoked a cigar at Christmas for quite a few years after but I never felt the urge to start smoking full time again. I found the urge to smoke is very strong but if you get up and go and do something else the urge goes away surprisingly quickly. If you can quit for a couple of months you will be well on the way to being free of the horrible things forever.
There’s no such word as can’t, but you have to hate it and yourself for doing it, enough to stop. my mum had her 1st one when she was 8! She lived in the dock area of east London and would scrounge them off the sailors. She smoked throughout the war, pregnant with me, and in the end was smoking 60 a day. she worked in a shop next to the tobacconist and they would just chuck her a packet when she poked her head in the door.
When I had my first baby in 1968 she was about 42, she was holding him one day, with a fag on and saw the smoke trickling up his little nose, she made a vowel to stop, and she did, just like that.
She kept a packet in her handbag, that was her lifeline but determined never to touch them, she didn’t. She gave them away sometime later. The follow g year my dad did exactly the same. After that they both hated it, wouldn’t have anyone smoke in the house and would go to places where they would come in contact with it.
I think, if my mum could do it, anybody can.
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If you can't face going cold turkey, here are two ways to cut down gradually: .What time do you usually smoke the first one of the day? Try putting the time back ten minutes each day. Or similarly, whenever you get the urge, say to yourself, I won't have one right now, I'll have it in ten minutes time. Chances are, when the ten minutes has expired, you will be engrossed in something else and will forget you planned to light a fag.
my Dad also had lung cancer, although not until he was much older and old age and other stuff got him first at 89, so we were spared that horror. I’m sorry you had to endure that.
All good so far! Busy day pottering, bit of gardening, made some granola and chicken stock and about to make some chicken noodle soup for dinner! Not very noteworthy I know, but keeps my hands/mind busy lol!
i have a long day off tomorrow - the kids are busy until 6, so I’m going to take myself off for a brisk walk after I drop them at school and breathe in some fresh air! 😀
Well done Flinster, glad you're enjoying your first smoke-free day
Please do your best to give up for good this time.
You too @punkdoc.
my mum had her 1st one when she was 8! She lived in the dock area of east London and would scrounge them off the sailors. She smoked throughout the war, pregnant with me, and in the end was smoking 60 a day.
she worked in a shop next to the tobacconist and they would just chuck her a packet when she poked her head in the door.
When I had my first baby in 1968 she was about 42, she was holding him one day, with a fag on and saw the smoke trickling up his little nose, she made a vowel to stop, and she did, just like that.
She kept a packet in her handbag, that was her lifeline but determined never to touch them, she didn’t. She gave them away sometime later.
The follow g year my dad did exactly the same. After that they both hated it, wouldn’t have anyone smoke in the house and would go to places where they would come in contact with it.
I think, if my mum could do it, anybody can.