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Not smoking.

So,

Not smoking. 2 days down. Cold turkey.
It sucks!
I can't sleep.
My lungs feel heavy.
My sinus are aching.
I can feel a cough coming on

My aunt has been over to visit.
She says in a week I will start to feel the benefits.
She quit smoking 7 years ago.
I hope so!

I am really determined this time.
I don't want to smoke any more.
As my aunt said yesterday,
Think pink lungs not black.

I am adamant that I am going to sort out my life.
My health, my head, my heart.

I discovered yesterday that there are some tricks that help. I had non-alcoholic cocktails with my aunt and nibbled on the fruit provided. It gave me something to do with my hands.Not drinking for a while will help as that is a trigger for wanting to smoke.

Instead of waiting at a bus stop (a favourite time for a ciggie) I walk to the next one and then the next until I only have a couple of minutes wait.

Once I have cleared my lungs a bit, I'm going to start walking the prom behind the house.  If anybody wants to join me, feel free. Exercise is important to prevent massive weight gain. I have vowed to lose 60 lbs remember!

My final tricks are sugar free jelly and frozen grapes. With all this tricks combined I shall have a healthier lifestyle which will affect the 3 'h's.

Roll on the success!
Roll on some sleep!!





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  1. You can do it! You are 50% over the worst of it. I remember the first three days being shite for me, couldnt sleep, found myself eating anything that wasnt tied down... Honestly, the milestones are 1 day, 2 days, 3 days, 1 week, 2 weeks... Go after them that way and I promise it gets easier. I'm 14 months off them now. Dont regret a thing

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    1. Thank you John! Today (Day 3) is rough but I am looking forward to tomorrow. And some sleep! 14 months! Well done!

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