Granny's gone and done it again

I had 4 smokes left in my pack I didnt smoke yesterday and smoked today. I opened a pack this morning and just now opened my 2nd pack so a pk +4 so far. Im way under my 2 pack a day so far. Hope it happens again tomorrow.
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I imagine it will be hard when I get down lower. Im nervous about it. If I can even get down to a pack a day I will be surprised. Im afraid of failing. I know Im gonna die if I dont stop.
It won't be hard, Granny. You're weaning yourself off gradually. Just drop off a cigarette or two at a time and you'l barely feel it or notice. You'll get used to it. If you go back up one, it's not failure, you just try again the next day.

A woman's age is like the speedometer on a secondhand car. We all know they've been turned back, we just don't know how far.
Who you calling a secondhand car?!?
Not me, I've always been honest about my age. I'll be 70 in April. I'm always amazed I've lived this long! 🤣

:hugs That's because you decided to do it. If it gets too hard, just take smaller steps.
I think you should put the $$ you are  not smoking into a jar and buy yourself a treat when you reach a goal.
I agree, that's a great idea. Take Nancy to the Red Lobster! I bet I speak for all of us here when I say, we're all so proud of you! Keep up the good work!

Just remember, when you first started smoking you didn't start out smoking 2 packs a day, it was gradual. So you need to quit gradual. You can do it!
 
SPeaking of falling down. I had a rough night last night too. There is a small table beside my bed. Between it and the bed are my slippers. I woke up and got up to go to the bathroom about midnight. Unknown to me, my mattress was not quite lined up on the bed frame. So when I moved to the edge of the bed to get into my slippers, the mattress tipped and ejected me. At the same time, Sammy was sleeping directly under me, practically on top of the slippers. So as I came down on him with all my weight, he leapt up with a bellow, taking my feet out from under me. I landed with my knees on the floor and my jaw on the little table, scattering everything off the table: pills, pens, jars of ointment, etc. DH leapt out of bed yelling, "ARE YOU OKAY?" and I could not answer because I was laughing too hard and at the same time going ow, my jaw!
Ouch!
 

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