We were both smokers when we met and continued to smoke together throughout the years. We huddled up in front of a heater or a grill in the wintertime and sweat together in the summer time. For richer and poorer, through cold and heat-we were were a smoking team…and then I quit.
I listened to all of them and I was just in awe. The stories they shared touched my heart, left me speechless and I admired so many of them. They stood in front of the microphone and shared their darkest moments with all of us.
The WordPress.com stats helper monkeys prepared a 2014 annual report for this blog…and I might as well share it. I decided to stay away from my stats as much as possible. I didn’t start blogging for the numbers. To be honest I didn’t expect any numbers. Here I am, the social media dinosaur, refusing to use Facebook, twitter or other funny stuff…writing a blog about how I quit smoking. My dream was to pay it forward…but to whom? I expected one or two guests…if even. How would people find me? I ignored all the logical questions and started blogging anyway. I wrote my first post in May 2014 and became a blogger…against the odds :-).
I read this a while back and if we would have children or grandchildren, I would wish for the same. Some changes we made over the last 30-50 years were not for the better, that’s my humbled opinion.
…or should I say in the “bad old days”, way back then in 1550. Here are some interesting facts:
Most people got married in June because they took their yearly bath in May and were still smelling pretty good by June.
However, they were starting to smell, so brides carried a bouquet of flowers to hide the B.O.
A friend of mine came to visit us for a long weekend and we had a list of things that we we wanted and needed to do. My husband stayed at home with our older dogs and our newest family addition…the “terror puppy”.
Everybody who smoked once will remember the awful moments, when we looked around and realized that we were out of cigarettes. That’s a smoker’s nightmare. We start to search in pockets and purses, we open drawers and hope to find somewhere another pack. “This can’t be…we can’t be out”.
Every time this happened I wanted one even more. Just the plain thought about not being able to smoke drove me crazy, almost like a panic attack.
There once was a farmer who discovered that he had lost his watch in the barn. It was no ordinary watch because it had sentimental value for him.
After searching high and low among the hay for a long while; he gave up and enlisted the help of a group of children playing outside the barn.
He promised them that the person who found it would be rewarded.
Most smokers have tried to quit smoking at least 2 or 3 times in their lifetime! Some of them succeeded and live now a healthier life as ex-smokers…some of them gave up and went back to smoking. Still they would like to quit one day…but don’t really know how.
As I said yesterday..cold turkey is the way to go and now I can back it up with actual numbers…tadahhhhhhhh !
The most smokers want to quit smoking, but they are scared and fall for false advertisement and the lies of the tobacco industry. Yes, the tobacco industry, even when we want to quit, they are still there and we behave like puppets on a string and let them guide us in the right direction; of course only right for them…not for us.