Keeping it together

Image by isabel bloedwater via FlickrI just put out a fire at work. Not one of those office-fires where it's just an emergency that can be solved with liberal use of the words "I understand..." and "I apologize..." and "of course...", but rather one of those fires with flames. The butt-box was on fire and my desk is too close to the door not to smell it. Second time this month, but the first time since I quit smoking. My jaw is still tightly clenched, grimacing from the acrid stench that is sitting on my clothes for the past hour since I dumped my tea on the flames. There's a gross patch of tar on the sleeve of my sweater where I brushed up against the container. I kinda feel like I'm going to toss cookie.

I don't have this sort of motivation and affirmation that quitting smoking is awesome on a daily basis. Daily, I have to ask the Duder to say he will be right back, rather than "I'm going for a smoke." I have to gulp glasses of water when my co-workers parade past my desk to their smoke breaks. I have to schedule every minute of my day to make sure there is no time for smoking. I also have to work out. Which is pretty awesome.

Every other day I will go for a run and follow-up with body-weight exercises. I break it up so that my body has a chance to rest and so I don't go insane trying to find another hour on days when I already go to class for all the time that I am not working. Coupled with not smoking, I've finally started to feel great.

RUNNING
Start off super small. Get a decent pair of shoes. Use Google maps to see how far you've gone. Now is a great time to listen to books on tape - I'm currently learning about the opera (it's pretty bad-ass). Drink as much water as you want. Watch the squirrels as you go by. Breathe in your nose, out your mouth. Relax your shoulders. Cough and spit all you want/need. Sign up for a 5K in the spring and put on a hat (it's starting to get cold). Go to Runner's World; pretty much all the reference needed is here, you just have to look.

BODY-WEIGHT EXERCISES

All you need is a yoga mat, if you want the padding. Don't really need the shoes, but the same pair for running works. I got an interval timer, but only because they are super-handy, not because it was necessary. And then go to Body Rock. Zuzana is wonderful and puts together amazing workouts that are quick and sweaty. Plus she's a fox. Serious.

I tried to find some articles about addiction to exercise and fitness and couldn't find one with a tone that didn't immediately make me cranky. Fitness and exercise are fabulous. They make you feel (and be) powerful. They help you look great. And those two things are just as addictive as cocaine. Since I know myself a lot better than I once did, I know that I need to be careful with the promise of power and beauty and the euphoria of a long stretch after a long run. Watch yourself, be true to yourself and take care of yourself.

Work-out Strategies: Changing up your Fitness Routine to Build New Pathways is an interesting read about opiate addiction and fitness routine; a snapshot of a day for a woman with Vicodin addiction.

Unusual Ways to Quit Smoking aren't really unusual, but aren't bad ideas at all. Whatever it takes, right?

Addiction recovery: Healthy living tips has a great quote:

" Bad habits took time to develop; so do good ones. "

100% guaranteed!!!

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Obviously, in my search to find my path through the smoking cessation nightmare, I have come across a million plans, pills, products and promotions (have you noticed: it's alliteration; I love alliteration, especially with p.)

I don't feel good about these products. Many of them provide substitutions or delay the inevitable. I totally understand that for some people, these much be miracle workers, and maybe you need to decide for yourself whether they are for you or not. They are not for me. If I can't combat the withdrawal, the cravings, the depression and the hunger that all come along with quitting, then I feel that I won't stay quit. Smoking will be an easy out instead of earning my freedom. I won't have fought for it, so it won't be as precious to me. Eh, if I start smoking again, I'll just buy the damn patch and quit again.

No, no. Not for me.

Things I am trying:

1. Cold Turkey (I like cold pizza, why not cold turkey badum-bum)
2. Smoker's Helpline (from the Canadian Cancer Society: I'm a huge believer in support and that sometimes it just needs to be anonymous, rather than coloured by personal relationships and hang-ups) (Really, go here. They offer tons of support including text messages!!)
   
3. Chewing cloves (I actually haven't done this yet, but plan to try over this weekend... the oral fixation is driving me crazy!!)
4. Drinking a metric shit-ton of water (I haven't peed this much in ever)
5. Running/working out (while I do this anyway for a variety of reasons, it has taken on a kind of ferocity that I wasn't expecting; I do it because it just feels so damn awesome after.)
6. Keeping busy, keeping distracted (see this blog, uh-huh, distraction right here)
7. Mantras (they work for running, they may work for smoking)
   

I don't buy into patches, hypnosis, laser therapy, electric cigarettes, herbal substitutions, magic books (a.k.a. self hypnosis), or anything that promises satisfaction. I personally can't handle medication. Expect pain. Be strong. You can do it. (I can, I can.)

W.I.

day two

Slightly more manageable today. So far. Some work frustration, but that is to be exected, especially when you've been withdrawing off a stimulant (whoo!)

I also seem to be getting pissy with every article I've been coming across today. I know I was a raging bitch last night, despite yesterday's report of cheeriness. And as the day progresses, I"ve been getting increasingly short with my co-workers. Yes friends, this is Stardard Withdrawal Symptom (SWS) #2: Irritability. I may not be as dizzy, but I look at my pen as a weapon more and more.

It's chill out time!!


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I like puppies and kittens. Puppies and kittens make me smile. I don't mind being predictable in this manner. I look at puppies and kittens and I will be at least a bit happier. To combat irritability: every five minutes an image should pop up on my screen from either Cute Overload or I Can Has Cheezburger? Someone write this program for me. Like right now.

DEALING WITH WEIGHT GAIN - I love the hard caps. Like we aren't afraid of it enough when we quit smoking, now it's RIGHT THERE IN MY FACE OMG. I've been managing by eating as many beer nuts as I want and then sleeping off the sugar high. It doesn't hurt that I have running as part of my routine for not smothering Duder re: quitting drinking. It all comes together. But still good advice:

" Ignore weight gain. Go ahead and quit. "

101 Things To Do instead of Smoking Lists=yay! About.com=boo! For some reason I am sure is hilarious on the about.com forums, there are basic instructions on building a closet buried in the list. But the rest ain't bad ideas.

It is finally sunny outside. I am still getting work done. I ate some delicious gnocchi for lunch. Puppies are awesome. Kitties are sweet. Duder is the best in the world (no joke.) I have great boots on. It's almost been 48hrs since my last cigarette. Not bad at all.

W.I.

Dear God in Heaven.

This is what withdrawal feels like.

It sucks.

I can't breathe. I'm so dizzy. I can't stop coughing. My mind is telling me that it will all stop if I just go outside... have a quick drag... just one... then you can quit all over again...

GAH! It has been nearly 24 hours since I looked down and knew that I was smoking my last cigarette. I feel like I'm going to toss cookie all over my desk.

This is all in my head. I have missed days of smoking before (ran out of money) (grandma would have killed me) (why aren't there convenience stores in the woods?) and it was nowhere near this painful. I was a bitch, sure, but this is completely different. Besides, I am in high spirits right now. I can't wait to go home and tell the Dude that I have gone my first day without smoking.

The internet completely failed to distract me. But here we go:

South Africa's smoking chimp is dead of old age - at 52. I am sad at stupidity.

" Mr. Khedama says zookeepers tried to stop visitors from encouraging Charlie in a habit many humans are trying to quit. "

Smoking baby has reportedly quit... please don't read the comments. Head will asplode (I guess it is CNN). But at least the baby has done what I am trying to do.

How to Quit Smoking: Canadian Lung Association read it over and over. And again. And again. These words are my mantra.

" 1. Drink water
2. Deep breaths
3. Delay
4. Do something different "

I have these posted up in my cube. And I feel a bit better.

W.I.

...dropped with a thud

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It's over, stick. I don't love you anymore. I used to, you know, for nearly 15 years. A long on-and-off affair that was drawn out to it's(my) last dying breath.

I remember being ten, on the playground after school. I said to a friend "I'm going to smoke when I'm 18." It was like "when I grow up..." but more concrete, a much more attainable goal. No one in my family smoked, but they were lame. I wish I could remember what made me make that statement, but I was right. By 18, I was smoking and had been for 3 years.

That was the beginning. This is the end. I've said that so many times, but I have this sense of inspiration from Dude kicking his habit and finality from the last cigarette in the pack last night. It's so very over. Anything else after this point is like self-abusive ex-sex: you do it because it hurts and it is a lie and it is so very not good for you. Anything else is backpedaling and weak.

thud, bud.

W.I.