mellowcanyon20
Member
16 messages
joined Apr 2005
It’s been about two months now since I finally called it quits....
Before this transition, I had spent fifteen years trapped in a cycle, burning through roughly 30 to 40 cigarettes every single day.
I still deal with intense cravings hitting me once or twice a day, like waves crashing against a shoreline.
Health-wise, things are looking solid; I’ve actually put on about six pounds, and that nagging cough has vanished entirely... even my sex life has improved, and I can enjoy a cup of coffee without any issues. I find myself caught in this strange mental tug-of-war where I occasionally reminisce about the simple ritual of holding a lit cigarette, yet at the exact same moment, I feel this immense sense of triumph because I have finally conquered it. The money saved is certainly one of those practical motivators that helps you grit your teeth and push through; saving a thousand bucks a month is basically like having a free car payment covered. Though, in all honesty, I wouldn't have made the leap just for the cash. My primary driver was pure, unadulterated curiosity—I simply had to know what life felt like without being tethered to a pack.
Back then, I wasn't the one in the driver's seat; the cigarettes were running me, sometimes lasting from sunrise to sunset and consuming three packs alongside a few beers. Now, there are entire days where the thought doesn't even cross my mind. To anyone else reading this on the forum—trust me, it is worth the struggle... every single new day feels like a hard-won victory. I suppose I might be a bit of a bore in social settings lately, as I tend to ramble on about my quitting journey, and I realize that kind of talk probably irritates smokers just as much as it used to irritate me. But honestly, if I could pull this off, I truly believe quitting isn't some insurmountable monster!