I put the cigarettes, lighter and ashtray on the shelf in the closet and closed the door. This would be the secret of breaking my smoking habit.
The first time I tried to quit was three years earlier; then my brother died. My aunt had the news on when I came home at noon after teaching an aerobics class. Firefighters were taking someone from a burning building. It looked like my brother’s apartment. It was. The person on the stretcher was my brother. Before the end of the day I was smoking again.
This upset my husband which bothered me. I gave myself some time to grieve then set out to quit … again. Realizing that if I was going to “break the habit” there had to be changes in everything I was doing. That’s when I came up with the closet idea, which took me from a pack to nearly a half pack overnight. Also:
Every morning I would have a cup of coffee and the first cigarette. After that I waited until I couldn’t stand it any longer; then force myself to wait another five minutes. The instant it was time, I couldn’t rush to the closet fast enough, snatch a cigarette and the lighter and run outside. Now this is the hard part. I took four puffs, put out the cigarette and placed it back in the pack.
I know, you’re probably thinking eeew, disgusting. But if you’re a smoker and paying the high price of cigarettes, you do it. More important is how badly you want to quit. Anyway, this is the way it went for nearly four months before the lighter and cigarettes disappeared from the shelf in the closet. It was July of 1999.
I really loved to smoke; it took years before I lost the desire. Most people can’t stand to be around smokers once they quit, that didn’t happen with me. It’s why I still have the ashtray. My friends who smoke know where it is.
May Your Glass Always Be Half Full
Over the Edge:
A famous musician finds love for the first time;
is his love strong to overcome the obstacles?