Before we start, have you checked out the beginning to this story? Check it out here: Quitting Smoking. (The process — part 1)
I finally decided that I had to quit.
I was sneaking around so that people wouldn’t look down on me.
Especially my family.
All of them, but more importantly my dad and my neice.
I was making friends with the wrong crowd. The wrong kinds of people. (People I didn’t want to become myself.)
I was tired of smelling like an ash tray. Tired of worrying about my health. (I could feel my shortness of breath and my dry skin.)
And most of all, I was tired of shelling out my hard-earned money for cancer sticks. I can’t even imagine how much money I spent over the course of 3.5 years of smoking! It’s ridiculous.
How I tried to quit:
I first tried to quit by reducing the amount of cigarettes I would allow myself per day.
I decided that my average amount I smoked was like 4-6, so I’d limit myself to 4 starting out.
That didn’t quite work out so well, because on my most stressful days, I couldn’t help but smoke more than the allotted amount.
I had no will-power or self-control.
So attempt #1? No go.
Full pack of gigarettes + stress + no will-power = Impossible situation for Brittany to quit for good.
I then decided to wean myself off of cigarettes by switching to cigars. (They were “healthier” or so I thought at the time.)
Then I became addicted to cigars.
I found out just how healthy those turned out to be afterall..
Not healthy at all.
The problem here was the root cause. WHY I wanted to smoke in the first place. I was still addicted to getting a “fix” of some sort.
I had all sorts of triggers that required smoking as a remedy.
- Other Smokers
- Advertisements for cigarettes
- Movies with people smoking in them
- When I was anxious, depressed, or bored
- Hanging out with my boyfriend (who was a smoker)
How I quit for good:
I fell in love with a boy. (Well, that’s not the whole story.)
An old friend of mine and I became closer.
He was a non-smoker, and hated the taste and smell of smoke/smokers. He told me he wouldn’t kiss me if I smoked.
I decided that kisses were worth more than the smokes, so I quit.
Because I had to.
For myself. For my life.
This man is now my husband. I am so grateful he came into my life at just the right moment. When I was ready. Prepared. And helped me. Helped me quit that old habit that did me no good at all.
It’s been 4 years this month since I’ve touched a cigarette. I packed away my old habit. And my life is forever changed because of it.
I’m healthier, brighter, more honest, pure, happy, and beautiful because of it.
I have stronger, more thriving relationships because of quitting smoking.
Now let’s get real here.
Was it easy?
NO, NO, NO!
Did I want to give up?
OH yeah. Every day.
I had to be tough. Mentally tough.
I had to distance myself from my old friends. They were no good for me.
I had to CHANGE MY LIFE-STYLE to tackle my goals.
It wasn’t until I had to quit smoking, that I finally did.
It wasn’t until I said “No.”
It wasn’t until I said “I’m not a smoker anymore” that I quit.
Do you struggle with quitting smoking? Did you ever smoke, and quit for good? How did you do it? Leave your comments below! 🙂
With peace and love and a whole ‘lotta gratitude,