Glen Grobler wrote:
The dog that died blew me right back into my old, baad ways! So then there was Laska ... it's a conspirac, I tell you!
Sigh! I'll have to start again! Uhhmm, but after the weekend ...
It may not be about deciding to quit, so much as deciding to commit to quitting.
I "quit" for 10 years, after smoking for 10 prior years. Problem was during that last 10 years of quitting, I didn't commit.
One day I did.
And unlike all my prior "tries" it was without anxiety or discomfort. I actually gave myself permission to smoke.
If I really wanted that particular cigarette now.
I discovered I didn't really want it.
"I" not my body. ME. "I" did not want it.
But I could have it if I did want it.
And in the end I couldn't FORCE myself to smoke one. But I did do a lot of laughing at myself. I even tried to convince myself I really did want it. I'd list to myself the things I liked about smoking...but oddly enough I'd find myself thinking about things I liked to do much more that smoking affected negatively.
Do I want you to smoke?
Would I give you my "permission" to if you asked?
Sure ... If you could convince me you really actually wanted it.
Not your craving in the moment wanting it but YOU, the real you.
Donald R. (last cigarette smoked in 1976)