One year ago today I (Frankie) quit smoking. I tell everyone it was an accident. I read a book and at the end he said to smoke your last cigarette and I did. No one believed I'd really stopped for good. Hell, I didn't even really believe I'd stopped for good, but here I am a year later and I'm still a quitter. Wow!
Most people would be celebrating this accomplishment. I've sort of been dreading it. It's not that I'm not proud of what I did. I'm very proud of myself. I smoked for 31 years. Quitting for me was a big deal, but still…I miss it. The cravings have pretty much gone away. I can go hours, days, sometimes a week without thinking about a cigarette, but the emptiness is still there. It's like losing a friend. You know the friend wasn't really good for you, but you know, you did everything together and now…they are just gone.
I do feel the emptiness lifting some and I think that is a good sign. Maybe getting past this year mark is going to be the turning point when I not only don't crave anymore (that's been gone for a while now), but also when I just don't miss it anymore. And this is one of the few times I can say that I'm proud to be a quitter!
If you've quit smoking, what has been your greatest challenge? I'd love to know I'm not alone in this.
Frankie and Andrea take turns sharing stories. Just good talk over a cup of coffee.