Marilyn Armstrong, a blogger and photographer who I adore, did me the honor and wrote the first guest post about her own struggles when she quit smoking. Marilyn’s blog >>>Serendipity<<< is a “must read” for me and every day I look forward to her posts and pictures. You never know what subject she will write about and I find her way of writing very honest, real and witty. Marilyn talks about the social aspect of smoking, something that shouldn’t be underestimated. The addiction to the habit, overpowering the need for the actual cigarette.
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I like the daily prompts, love to read what others have to say about the same subject I just wrote about.
However…lately I am not so thrilled anymore (and that’s an understatement). Someone called it the “Daily downer” and it made me laugh…but it is so true. We had a bad ice rain over night and even though I have lots to do, I am stuck at the house until it will warm up. I came online and read today’s daily prompt, asking me to write my own obituary and my first reaction was an “ewwwwwwww, that’s morbid”.
A friend of mine, who I work with on a regular base is sick since a while, I wrote about in on my kitchen blog in a post called >>>just a liver please<<<. He finally made in on the transplant list and is now in the hospital in waiting position and we all hope, that a liver will come up in time.
It seems like just yesterday that I was young, just married and embarking on my new life with my husband. It feels like yesterday, but in a way it seems like a billion years ago. Sometimes I lean back and wonder where all the years went.
Today’s daily prompt is called “Undo” and asked: If I could un-invent something, what would it be? Well, that’s kind of a no-brainer for the Happy Quitter. I would un-invent cigarettes…the tobacco plant would be just an unwanted weed with absolutely no purpose. Yes, I think I would like this idea.
I never looked at cigarettes as an addictive substance…back then when I still smoked (that sounds good, doesn’t it?) The first time somebody called me an addict at the qsmb I just laughed, looked at my screen and murmured “well Bozo you might be an addict, but I am not”.
A year has passed, since I decided to give up smoking. All of you who follow my journey know, that it was a fairly easy transition for me. Smoking was no pleasure anymore toward the end. I felt short of breath when I tried to run while playing with the dogs. I felt nervous all the time, called it anxiety (smoking doesn’t relax…that’s a fairy tale) and then there was my cough and my constant throat clearing every morning and even so I didn’t admit it…I knew it came from smoking.
There once was a bunch of tiny frogs who got together to arrange a competition to reach to the top of the highest tower in town. As the date for the competition was announced, the news spread everywhere and crowd in large numbers gathered around the tower to see this interesting competition and cheer on the contestants. The crowd did not really believe any of these little frogs were going to make it to the top of the tower. Yet they were curious…
I had to borrow this line from my blogging friend “The Zombies ate my brain” and I hope she doesn’t mind, but I am afraid that’s exactly what happened to me. I wasn’t very much online lately and I can blame it all on my husband and the Zombies :-).
I don’t have to write it, I already did. I wrote this a few months ago and wouldn’t change a thing. Just in case my blog would become a viral sensation -most unlikely- this would be the post I would new readers to see first:
If you have ever watched “The Shawshank Redemption” then you watched Andy Dufresne’s escape from prison. That’s how I felt at the beginning, I felt like Tim Robins in the movie.









