Howdy-
I'm from Maine and started smoking 16 years ago as a 20 year old college student abroad in Ireland. What started as a fun thing to do when I had a few beers turned into a 2 pack a day habit as of a week ago. Been trying to quit since soon after I started, and I've tried it all- gum, patches, lozenges, cold turkey, Chantix (those side effects suck) I'd stop for a month, a week, a day- but all I wanted was a cigarette... all day, all the time- and it was just a matter of time before I cracked.
Always, was that mythical quitting day- first day of the new job, the day I'd get married, after the birth of my first child, not to mention the holidays- New Years (of course), Valentines, my wife's birthday...
Meanwhile, my breath got short, the cough started showing up...
I'd heard about e-cigs, and well, shucks, I'd tried everything else...
The last week has been amazing. I still go out to the back porch to "smoke", and even feel a little of that familiar guilt, but I don't smell like crap when I come back in... I drive with my window down and my hard metal Green Smoke clutched tightly between my fingers- I keep fearing I'll flick it out (I still "ash" subconsciously)
My third child (boy number 2) will arrive in 6 weeks, give or take. I want to see him grow up.
I haven't felt the panic of quitting set in- when I feel the first little stirrings of that fear, I step outside and drag until the vapor starts to burn, and blow "smoke" rings- and everything seems okay.
I think I want to start running again. Though maybe, my 36 year old knees would like cycling more.
I want to tell the world.
I'm from Maine and started smoking 16 years ago as a 20 year old college student abroad in Ireland. What started as a fun thing to do when I had a few beers turned into a 2 pack a day habit as of a week ago. Been trying to quit since soon after I started, and I've tried it all- gum, patches, lozenges, cold turkey, Chantix (those side effects suck) I'd stop for a month, a week, a day- but all I wanted was a cigarette... all day, all the time- and it was just a matter of time before I cracked.
Always, was that mythical quitting day- first day of the new job, the day I'd get married, after the birth of my first child, not to mention the holidays- New Years (of course), Valentines, my wife's birthday...
Meanwhile, my breath got short, the cough started showing up...
I'd heard about e-cigs, and well, shucks, I'd tried everything else...
The last week has been amazing. I still go out to the back porch to "smoke", and even feel a little of that familiar guilt, but I don't smell like crap when I come back in... I drive with my window down and my hard metal Green Smoke clutched tightly between my fingers- I keep fearing I'll flick it out (I still "ash" subconsciously)
My third child (boy number 2) will arrive in 6 weeks, give or take. I want to see him grow up.
I haven't felt the panic of quitting set in- when I feel the first little stirrings of that fear, I step outside and drag until the vapor starts to burn, and blow "smoke" rings- and everything seems okay.
I think I want to start running again. Though maybe, my 36 year old knees would like cycling more.
I want to tell the world.