BigWaveDave
Gold Member
I miss waking up and coughing up enough thick phlegm that it’d be too nasty to swallow.
I miss sitting on the toilet to pee first thing in the morning, and spitting half of my lung between my legs into the bowl....sometimes I’d miss.
I miss staggering down the stairs, and making my way outside for that first smoke of the day, while my coffee was brewing. Temps below freezing? I’m still in my underwear, not enough time to get dressed, I need that smoke, and I already wasted time on the toilet.
I miss losing my lighter. If I can’t find it, I’ll kill someone, especially if that unlit Marlboro Light 100 is hanging unlit out the side of my mouth.
I miss getting in my truck, getting situated, and taking that sweet drag as I shift into drive.
I miss the ashes, especially when they grow so long off the butt in my mouth, they fall onto my lap while driving,
I miss when the windows are down, and the gust of wind blows a hot ash into my eye.
I miss when I flick my butt, the cherry hits the window frame, flies off, and ends up burning a hole in my seat, clothes, floor.... it depends on the luck of the day.
I miss when I’m feeling good, smoking like a champ....hanging my arm out the window , and fumbling my cigarette. No time like immediately to light another!
I miss tossing my butts out the window and littering the roads of America.
I miss the tar and nicotine attached to my moustache.
I miss walking into the convenience store, and the worker smiles at me and grabs 2 packs of my brand, without me asking!...how kind they were.
I miss my truck smelling like an ashtray. Ashes all over the floor, dashboard, the bed of my truck at anytime would have pinched out butts near my bungee cords.
I miss my yellow teeth....they’ve gotten whiter lately.
I miss my smelly fingers... wife doesn’t. Just sayin.
I miss leaving my family after dinner to go outside and smoke. Always a selfish move, especially at a restaurant....but they knew it was coming, so it was ok.
I miss a heater hanging out of my mouth, while I’m driving the company vehicles... the no smoking policies at work didn’t apply to me at any time. Ever.
I miss the handful of butts in my finds pouch (no littering at permissions). When I dump out my coins and relics, they smelled so yummy.
I miss my elevated cholesterol and blood pressures. Doctor said they are both quite lower than they were.
I miss talking to my Grandmother every Sunday nite (she’s 93) and sucking down 3 or 4 in the hour long chats.
I miss my wife criticizing our bank card activity....$16 give or take every day at gas stations. If I had any amount of cash, that’d be gone soon enough.
I miss the Marlboro App, that with my password I could unlock special savings for smokers.
I wonder if they will still send me a birthday card with coupons? I deleted the App. And also unsubscribed from their emails.
I also miss the Sheetz App, save $1.50 when you buy two!
I miss winning any amount of cash on a scratch ticket, because I’d be able to budget my smokes through the lottery, not really my money, right?
I miss my wife going to bed before me, as I stay up for my goodnight smoke. I’d come to bed, kiss her goodnight, and she complains that I stink.
I miss going to ball games, and walking a mile and a half to the smoking section, missing half an inning or more.
I miss walking up to my neighbors house, up the hill...and being out breath when I got there.
I miss taking a hit from the Symbicort inhaler so I can breathe somewhat normally when I go to bed. The wheezing and gurgling made it hard to fall asleep.
I miss going to the beach, or park, and feeling like a pariah for polluting the experience.
I miss my clothes smelling like tobacco. Tide Pods, whatever scent solved that problem.
I miss finding a lighter, and feeling like I hit the jackpot.
I miss my great grandfather, who died of lung cancer.
I miss the bottles of Stella, that I used as an ashtray when I’d reflect after a hard day of work.
I miss the security of a carton of smokes when embarking on a road trip.
I miss the rare times I’d have to fly, and buying some nasty Skoal bandits to help me get through.
After I hit send and go to bed tonight, I’ll think of dozens more things I miss.
I miss everything about smoking. I was EXCELLENT at it! Average of 2 packs a day, since what, 1987? That’s what 33 years....
33 years x 365= 12,045 days of smoking
Say 2 packs a day, say at just a random average of $6 each. (Less back in the day, more lately)
12,045 x $12= $144,540 ballpark I’ve spent on smokes in my life....most likely more...HOW ABOUT THAT!!!
So then this happened...The price of cigarettes skyrocketed here in Maryland, they added like $2.80 in taxes, so now my smokes are over $10 per pack! Nice.
On January 25, I called Quit for Life, and told them I had a quit date of February 6.
I was assigned a quit coach, and they sent me the patch kit, also encouraged me to combine that with either gum, or lozenges, to help take the edge off.
I had maybe 5 “slips” the first few weeks, I think it was just to reinforce the fact that this isn’t for me anymore.
About a month ago, on a Saturday I was in a rush to beep, I left the house without putting on a fresh patch, also forgot my lozenges ....YIKES! So that was my first real test, no nicotine that day, at all. Same for Sunday, then Monday...before I knew it....I’m done!
I QUIT.
My wife, family, Doctor, Dentist, boss, coworkers, customers, neighbors, and especially my Grammie are all very proud of me.
But most of all, I’m proud of myself.
I never thought I’d be able to break the habit.
I miss sitting on the toilet to pee first thing in the morning, and spitting half of my lung between my legs into the bowl....sometimes I’d miss.
I miss staggering down the stairs, and making my way outside for that first smoke of the day, while my coffee was brewing. Temps below freezing? I’m still in my underwear, not enough time to get dressed, I need that smoke, and I already wasted time on the toilet.
I miss losing my lighter. If I can’t find it, I’ll kill someone, especially if that unlit Marlboro Light 100 is hanging unlit out the side of my mouth.
I miss getting in my truck, getting situated, and taking that sweet drag as I shift into drive.
I miss the ashes, especially when they grow so long off the butt in my mouth, they fall onto my lap while driving,
I miss when the windows are down, and the gust of wind blows a hot ash into my eye.
I miss when I flick my butt, the cherry hits the window frame, flies off, and ends up burning a hole in my seat, clothes, floor.... it depends on the luck of the day.
I miss when I’m feeling good, smoking like a champ....hanging my arm out the window , and fumbling my cigarette. No time like immediately to light another!
I miss tossing my butts out the window and littering the roads of America.
I miss the tar and nicotine attached to my moustache.
I miss walking into the convenience store, and the worker smiles at me and grabs 2 packs of my brand, without me asking!...how kind they were.
I miss my truck smelling like an ashtray. Ashes all over the floor, dashboard, the bed of my truck at anytime would have pinched out butts near my bungee cords.
I miss my yellow teeth....they’ve gotten whiter lately.
I miss my smelly fingers... wife doesn’t. Just sayin.
I miss leaving my family after dinner to go outside and smoke. Always a selfish move, especially at a restaurant....but they knew it was coming, so it was ok.
I miss a heater hanging out of my mouth, while I’m driving the company vehicles... the no smoking policies at work didn’t apply to me at any time. Ever.
I miss the handful of butts in my finds pouch (no littering at permissions). When I dump out my coins and relics, they smelled so yummy.
I miss my elevated cholesterol and blood pressures. Doctor said they are both quite lower than they were.
I miss talking to my Grandmother every Sunday nite (she’s 93) and sucking down 3 or 4 in the hour long chats.
I miss my wife criticizing our bank card activity....$16 give or take every day at gas stations. If I had any amount of cash, that’d be gone soon enough.
I miss the Marlboro App, that with my password I could unlock special savings for smokers.
I wonder if they will still send me a birthday card with coupons? I deleted the App. And also unsubscribed from their emails.
I also miss the Sheetz App, save $1.50 when you buy two!
I miss winning any amount of cash on a scratch ticket, because I’d be able to budget my smokes through the lottery, not really my money, right?
I miss my wife going to bed before me, as I stay up for my goodnight smoke. I’d come to bed, kiss her goodnight, and she complains that I stink.
I miss going to ball games, and walking a mile and a half to the smoking section, missing half an inning or more.
I miss walking up to my neighbors house, up the hill...and being out breath when I got there.
I miss taking a hit from the Symbicort inhaler so I can breathe somewhat normally when I go to bed. The wheezing and gurgling made it hard to fall asleep.
I miss going to the beach, or park, and feeling like a pariah for polluting the experience.
I miss my clothes smelling like tobacco. Tide Pods, whatever scent solved that problem.
I miss finding a lighter, and feeling like I hit the jackpot.
I miss my great grandfather, who died of lung cancer.
I miss the bottles of Stella, that I used as an ashtray when I’d reflect after a hard day of work.
I miss the security of a carton of smokes when embarking on a road trip.
I miss the rare times I’d have to fly, and buying some nasty Skoal bandits to help me get through.
After I hit send and go to bed tonight, I’ll think of dozens more things I miss.
I miss everything about smoking. I was EXCELLENT at it! Average of 2 packs a day, since what, 1987? That’s what 33 years....
33 years x 365= 12,045 days of smoking
Say 2 packs a day, say at just a random average of $6 each. (Less back in the day, more lately)
12,045 x $12= $144,540 ballpark I’ve spent on smokes in my life....most likely more...HOW ABOUT THAT!!!
So then this happened...The price of cigarettes skyrocketed here in Maryland, they added like $2.80 in taxes, so now my smokes are over $10 per pack! Nice.
On January 25, I called Quit for Life, and told them I had a quit date of February 6.
I was assigned a quit coach, and they sent me the patch kit, also encouraged me to combine that with either gum, or lozenges, to help take the edge off.
I had maybe 5 “slips” the first few weeks, I think it was just to reinforce the fact that this isn’t for me anymore.
About a month ago, on a Saturday I was in a rush to beep, I left the house without putting on a fresh patch, also forgot my lozenges ....YIKES! So that was my first real test, no nicotine that day, at all. Same for Sunday, then Monday...before I knew it....I’m done!
I QUIT.
My wife, family, Doctor, Dentist, boss, coworkers, customers, neighbors, and especially my Grammie are all very proud of me.
But most of all, I’m proud of myself.
I never thought I’d be able to break the habit.
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