Are You Up For The Challenge????

One of the lovely side effects of being a non-smoker is the amazing amount of weight you can gain.

I promised myself I wouldn’t trip over packing on the pounds.

And I haven’t. Too much. I’ve tried a couple of half-hearted attempts at exercising.

And Then!

I Saw This!

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My best friend and I have decided to do this challenge. Our plan is to do our workout Monday through Friday. (We’ll need the weekend to recuperate the first week!) I wanted to put this out there for you guys to see if you’re interested in joining us. I will be putting up daily reports on how we fared on my tumblr: whosthathchelle

5 Months, 8 Days, 14 Hours……….

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since I lit up and smoked my last cigarette, according to my handy-dandy QuitIt app. If you’re a former smoker, you understand what the last few months of my life have been like.

It’s hard to believe as a 12-year-old, I thought smoking was oh-so-cool. Now, as a woman turning 45 this year, I regret lighting up that first cigarette. Let me clarify: I DID NOT smoke from 12 until 44. I didn’t  join in as a ‘real smoker’ until I was around 15 or 16. My friends did it. My parents were chain smokers. It was a part of my world for as long as I can remember.

Another thing I remember is getting car sick on long road trips with my parents as they smoked. Looking back, I don’t know why they didn’t crack or roll down the windows during those endless miles. My complaints weren’t met with the obvious reaction. Instead, we’d pull into the nearest rest area so I could get somewhat of a break, as they continued to smoke.

I also remember learning in school,  cigarettes would kill my parents. I rectified that situation by throwing away newly purchased cartons of cigarettes. Problem solved, right? Uh no! More like I ended up in trouble. I was worried about my parents but it was still a time where the Marlboro man was cool and smoking was just the thing to do. My parents weren’t concerned with the years worth of damage  smoking was doing to their health. In fact, my mom ended up on an oxygen machine during the last few years of her life. Ironically, the first time I went over to see her and the new oxygen machine, she was sitting in bed smoking!

I will admit, I was the adult smoker, puffing away, warning the younger generation of the perils of the nicotine addiction. One of my most ironic and sad memories relating to smoking is: A good friend of mine, who use to babysit my daughter, was outside, you guessed it, smoking, when I arrived. I did what any good smoker does and lit up a cigarette to join her. Tears streamed down her face as she delivered the bad news: her grandmother had been diagnosed with terminal lung cancer. My heart sank and clenched with pain for my friend and her family, even as we both puffed and puffed away. Despite the news, neither one of us thought, it’s time to quit smoking.

Fast forward a few years. My daughter is in elementary school and has asked me to accompany her class on a field trip to one of our state parks. Sure, why not, I think. It’s Spring, the weather is perfect and I’d never been to this particular park. Yeah, lemme tell you. Little did I know her teacher and the teacher she partnered up with were evidently in training for an Olympic type of marathon! Initially, I did give it a good-hearted attempt to keep up with the teachers-determined-to-whip-me-into-shape. I even made sure to keep the stragglers caught up with us. That’s right, I was the BEAST! For the first five minutes.

Then my smoker’s lungs started kicking in. Sweat glands I didn’t know existed made their presence known. Luckily, I’d established with the teachers from hell  I was in charge of the stragglers, so it became easy to slow it on down and walk their pace. No longer was I encouraging them to keep up, I was begging THEM to s-l-o-w down! I can remember at one point where they gave up on me trying to catch up with them. Not only did we finish the walk in 2.5 miliseconds, we also had to wait another 20 something hours for the other classes to arrive at the meeting point. Okay, okay, so I’m exaggerating just a little.

It was at that point I knew I had to quit smoking. There was no reason for me to be in my 30’s and ready to keel over from what should have been an invigorating walk. My mind was made up and I quit. For over 2 years. At least, in the sense that I didn’t buy cigarettes. I didn’t smoke cigarettes. But I never stopped feigning for cigarettes. It was oh-so easy to start back up. I’ll just smoke when: fill-in-the-blank. And then as I became more comfortable with the different allowances to smoke, I was a full-time smoker again.

Now, I am back into the world of not smoking. Again. After another attempt back in August of last year. I went three weeks before I just had to smoke again. I have been wanting to post about  my non-smoking journey that began a few months ago but honestly, I was afraid that I would have given in again. I am trying, no not trying, I am succeeding at being a non-smoker. The first month really didn’t bother me. It’s been the second month going into the third that had me going absolutely bonkers! It was through a newsletter for people who have quit smoking that I read once you get to the third month and haven’t smoked, your chances for remaining a non-smoker increase tremendously. That is what I held onto for dear life as the days from 2 months into 3 months slowed down drastically.

I’m still struggling with the addiction part at times but not so much that I am willing to taint my non-smoking lips and lungs! The app does tell me how much money I’ve saved as well as how my body is healing. Like most smokers who quit,  I have packed on the pounds.  I can’t even say it’s because food tastes so much better. It’s because I want to SMOKE! The next phase of kicking the habit is to turn my eating habits around. I knew I would gain weight and gave myself a time period to substitute one oral fixation for another. Temporarily, that is!  And so the determination continues into another day I can add to my time of kicking the habit. I’m off into the next journey of kicking the jiggly off my belly!

Any addictions you quit? How many times did it take you? What are some words of advice and encouragement you can give the rest of us?

Did You REALLY Just Say That?? (1)

The other day I had a conversation with someone and it was one of those moments
 when all I could do was look and remain speechless. 
So I decided it would be fun to share those moments that make me think:
 Did you REALLY just say that??

Before I get started, understand, I am a smoker. Of cigarettes.
 (I’ve learned over the years
 people have different interpretations of what a smoking is.
 I wanted to clarify.)
 I did have a period of being a non-smoker for about 2 years.
 And yes, I have been thinking about returning to the world of non-smokers. 
But that’s a different post.

I’m talking to a friend of mine who smokes about 2 packs of cigarettes a day.
 That started me thinking about how many cigarettes a day that makes. 
You have 20 cigs in a pack. So that translates to 40 cigs a day.
 We have 24 hours in a day.
 Let’s take out 8 hours of sleeping. Reduces us to 16 hours a day to smoke. 
Now, let’s take out another 8 hours of working
We’ll figure you can get about 3 to 4 cigs during the 8 hours.
 That leaves us with 36 to 37 cigs left to smoke in the next 8 hours!
Let’s not forget the extra 8 hours on the days off.

That’s a lot of smoking! 
Okay, with that being said, the irony of the conversation was as follows:
Friend: I think I need to go to the doctor next week.
 (This is said after a bout of coughing that goes on as soon as this person lights a cig.)
Me: What are you going to the doctor for?
Friend: To see why I cough all the time.
Me: (in my head) REALLY? 
Me: (aloud) Oh. 
Instead of paying the doctor to find out why you cough all the time,
 you can just give me the money and I can tell you why you cough all the time. 
You cough as SOON as you light a cig. 
You cough during the WHOLE time you smoke a cig. 
You cough AFTER you finished smoking. 
You cough in between smoking.
 Not just a little “cough, cough” but a 
gut-wrenching, your-lungs-are-trying-to-escape-your-body cough. 
You sound horrible when you cough and smoke. 
You sound horrible when you cough and don’t smoke.
 Your lungs get more smoke than they get air. 
That will be $85, please. 

On a more serious note, I have talked to my friend for 3 years now about the smoking and the coughing. His co-workers are making comments about lung diseases because the coughing is that bad. His only problem with quitting smoking is: he likes to smoke. I suppose on some level for him there is a sense of denial about his state of health. I only hope that it doesn’t go down that deadly road. 
They say trying to quit smoking is harder than trying to quit heroin. It IS hard. I managed to do it for 2 years and often wish I’d never started again. I am trying to decrease my smoking and become aware of when I actually want a cig or when it’s just a habit because I’m use to it. That’s how I quit the first time. 
Any  former smokers who has some tips or ideas to share with us smokers? Any smokers have any frustrations to share regarding quitting?
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