Here is a poem written by Jersey1 of Quitnet.com, I loved it.
I`ll quit in JANUARY;
a brand new year. No holiday stresses, I`ll be in the clear. But January comes and what happens then? The bills all arrive! I need help from my `friend.` I`ll smoke this one pack, it will
help me get through. (But hey, in February, it`ll be a new you!) February arrives, time to set the new date. I`m ready to quit now – this habit I hate. A few days go by, but alas, what is this? Valentine’s Day and no one
to kiss? I
hate this damn month, it’s snow and its ice. I’m lonely, I’m cold – boy a smoke would be nice. So March comes along, I can surely quit now! I go buy all the patches my wallet
allows. I’m
armed with my lozenges, fireballs and gum, I’m chewing on Twizzlers and sucking my thumb. But crap! I can’t do this. What am I thinking? It’s
St. Patrick’s Day – it’s time to go drinking! And where there is alcohol and fun smoking friends Is there in the tavern –
and there my quit ends. But
hey here comes April! A new spring, a new start! It’s now warming up, I feel strength in my heart. I’m all set to quit now, got the patches back out, Slap one
on my booty – my resolve I don’t doubt. Oh no, what has happened – it can’t possibly be! The first warm day’s here,
it’s 73! My co-workers are meeting for drinks in the sun And yes, once again, Nicodemon has won. So May seems more likely, I’ll quit before summer. I’ll work out for my bathing
suit (feeling
fat’s such a bummer). Damn. I forgot that vacation I planned - Margaritas are flowing, my toes in the sand. You know that there’s one thing that would SO hit
the spot – Just a few little ciggies (I like them a lot). Well June has arrived, and this time I mean it. I’m sick of addiction; I’m ready to beat it. I’ve
been coughing so much, and my throat’s scratchy-dry. Everyone asks if I’m sick (“yes” I lie). Then comes the news that destroys
my whole day- A close family member who’s been sick passed away. Go to the funeral, everyone’s weeping, I light up the cigarette I’ve kept for safe keeping. I’m
far too upset to think about quitting; I’ll get to that next month (all things permitting). July comes along with picnics and fun And lots of Coronas, outside in the sun. And everyone likes a good smoke
in the eve While
you gaze at the stars and enjoy the warm breeze. Well better enjoy it – this summer’s the last Since I’m quitting for autumn, once summer has passed. (All August long I inhale the fumes Smoke as
much as I can as September’s quit looms.) Here comes September! I’m totally ready. My head’s in the game; I’m stable, I’m
steady. I
pull out the patches that remained from the Spring Won’t buy a new box yet (I’m on a shoe string). I’ll invest in new patches
once I’ve shown I can quit Not wasting MY money ‘till I’m sure this one sticks! Back to the Twizzlers, back to the gum, Back on the Q, my mind’s
getting numb. Withdrawing again, seems the 10th time this year, Why did I do this?!? I need a beer. But I fight that urge and I really behave; I’ve earned my 3 days now,
I’m really amazed! Oh hell, I’m hitting a tailgate on Sunday. I’ll just have a few and then re-quit on Monday. Well here comes October, autumn winds blowing, Winds whip through the leaves,
the air smells like it’s snowing. Or so my friends tell me – I can’t smell a thing. My nose has been stuffy – wow – since the spring! Who cares
about that, I’ll be just fine. (Since when have I been someone who would whine?) As for my quit, that’s not going so well I mean who wants to live with that
kind of hell? I’ve decided that December 1st is my date. Why? I want Thanksgiving to be great. I want to enjoy a long smoke after turkey Plus I’m entertaining –
I need to be perky. OK
it’s December, the month of the quit. I just don’t think I can put up with this $hit. The holidays are coming, anxiety is high! They`re closing the books at the
office – oh my! Need a few more sales, put in extra hours, Can’t focus on me right now, don’t have the power. I need extra cash, Mom’s
being a pain, Cooking, parties and shopping, I need my brain! Can’t afford to be sluggish, or grumpy, or tired, I’ll ruin Christmas! I might
just get fired! So I’m thinking of New Year’s as the perfect date – I’ll start the year fresh in a good mental state! So there went the year –
time passes so quickly… Just realized I’m beginning to feel kinda sickly. Remember this tale when you put off your quit It never gets easier – you just have to DO IT!
Reposted From Quitnet.com
My ex-boyfriend, Nick, has been hanging around again thinking he can get back into my life. Man what a whiney, spoiled
guy he is. Not to mention he has all of my money - or had - until we broke up (for the nth time). Now I'm slowly starting
to save again. I have to admit, he was cute. His other girls said he
was good in bed, but I was always afraid he'd burn the house down. He was a bit of a slut, always wanting more, sapping my
energy and wearing me out. I was burning the candle at both ends, so to speak, so it's a good thing we broke up, because we
were spending WAY too much time together. He thought he was the answer to everything. "You hungry, babe?" he'd say, "Come
here..." "Tired? Let's go..." "Come look at the stars with me...." You know,
he never brought me home to meet his family. I don't think he had any. He sure made me feel secure, though. I'd hide behind
him, especially at the bars. No one messed with me when he was around. My daughter
couldn't stand him. He says he only likes kids about 11 up, so he couldn't relate to her. I should have seen the red flags - the warnings. I burned out on him. It started
with the lies. I wasn't feeling good one day - had a cold, and he said he had the solution. Well, the cold turned into pnemonia,
all because of him. Certain places I couldn't take him, but he'd wait right
there outside every minute I was in the theatre, a restaurant, a market. He was like, stalking me. Seriously. Then, he put a hole in my jacket. My Harley Jacket. Not good. He rationalized it by saying oh
well it gives it character, and he loved me just the way I was - weird and sloppy looking, with holes in my jackets. The breakup has been hard, but I know I'm doing the right thing. I need to find a guy who's going
to treat me right. He's called on the hour for three days now, but I'm not picking up. His messages are getting shorter and
shorter. Just wanted to warn the gals. He's a real charmer. But
what a snake!
There are a variety of colors associated with cigarette smoking. Here are a few of them: *Red is the color of a pack of Marlboros *White is the color of the clean , unblemished paper holding
the tobacco *Green is
the color kids turn after they smoke tobacco the first time *Black is the color of the soot particles deposited in a smoker's lungs with each puff *Yellow is the color of a smoker's nicotine-stained fingers
and nails *Brown is
the color of the stains on the walls, appliances, and furniture in a smoker's house *Pink is the color of the frothy blood smokers cough up
when they get lung disease *Blue is the color of the anxious face of a chronic lung disease patient, straining to breathe *Gray is the color of the face of a smoker dying of lung
cancer
