*huggles Cass* Story brough tears to my eyes.
You and you can do it! At your own pace, one day at a time.
You and you can do it! At your own pace, one day at a time.
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This was today's mantra, trog. You know it's the ol' if someone (even if it's yourself) says you can't, you want to. So today (and probably tomorrow) I remind myself, "I'm a grown woman and can smoke if I want to." No one is saying I can't. No one is forcing me to quit.
I do pretty well recalling your words. As you said, I don't refer to ecigs as quitting. It's just changing brands. And if I feel like I want the old brand, then I smoke the old brand.
And don't beat myself up over it.
Working well so far.
That's exactly what my fiance has done every time we quit. He won't even say he's quitting, because he doesn't want to feel guilty if he has one. He feels like if he can't have it, he wants it even more!! I guess everyone has to find what little tricks work for them!
Freedom and Faith
Of ships and of fools, the sea has great need
Its bottomless belly to endlessly feed
Blame not Poseidon for some trespassers' fate
A beast will but feed, its hunger twill sate
Life is short bliss and death its reward
But freedom til death is our gift to guard
Go where thou wilst by means that you choose
Life is the least of the things you might lose
If you sail from Manila like galleons past
Or to the warm shallows you choose to cling fast
Death comes to all; though fear to those
without faith or honor before friends or foes
Guard yourself that you let no others guard you
Stay free and keep faith, Death fears the true
While brave, free men might ride ships out to sea
Ships will ride fools who refuse to be free
Does the patter of rain to your hearing drown out
The lament of the winds from their true redoubt?
Does rain drive your sails? Does mere sleep weave your dreams?
Were the fabric in rot you'd but stitch at the seams
Deep too many fathoms do these currents lie?
Do stormwinds blow farther than you would escry?
Is lightning so bright, overloud its sharp call
That you stare at your feet and your feeble rain-fall?
Already your freedom is rotted by blight
You've shuttered your hearing and guttered your sight
Your sensory gifts by your choice count for naught
You capitulate claim to the freedom of thought
Exeunt
Withered and spent and calloused and dry
The sea I call home now but salt of my eye
Too long have I dallied 'midst dirt and decay
Too far from the sea I've elected to stray
Why let dust choke? Why let heat burn?
The sea plainly cries out for my return
When dealing with friends turns to dealing out pain
I would retire with what friends will remain
This vigil now ends on a note of regret
Against friendship, truth is but mere epithet
Shutter this lighthouse and padlock its door
Let stars show the way, this light burns no more
Take of it memory of truth guarded well
Take of it this farewell
Of ships and of fools, the sea has great need
Its bottomless belly to endlessly feed
Blame not Poseidon for some trespassers' fate
A beast will but feed, its hunger twill sate
Life is short bliss and death its reward
But freedom til death is our gift to guard
Go where thou wilst by means that you choose
Life is the least of the things you might lose
If you sail from Manila like galleons past
Or to the warm shallows you choose to cling fast
Death comes to all; though fear to those
without faith or honor before friends or foes
Guard yourself that you let no others guard you
Stay free and keep faith, Death fears the true
While brave, free men might ride ships out to sea
Ships will ride fools who refuse to be free
Does the patter of rain to your hearing drown out
The lament of the winds from their true redoubt?
Does rain drive your sails? Does mere sleep weave your dreams?
Were the fabric in rot you'd but stitch at the seams
Deep too many fathoms do these currents lie?
Do stormwinds blow farther than you would escry?
Is lightning so bright, overloud its sharp call
That you stare at your feet and your feeble rain-fall?
Already your freedom is rotted by blight
You've shuttered your hearing and guttered your sight
Your sensory gifts by your choice count for naught
You capitulate claim to the freedom of thought
Exeunt
Withered and spent and calloused and dry
The sea I call home now but salt of my eye
Too long have I dallied 'midst dirt and decay
Too far from the sea I've elected to stray
Why let dust choke? Why let heat burn?
The sea plainly cries out for my return
When dealing with friends turns to dealing out pain
I would retire with what friends will remain
This vigil now ends on a note of regret
Against friendship, truth is but mere epithet
Shutter this lighthouse and padlock its door
Let stars show the way, this light burns no more
Take of it memory of truth guarded well
Take of it this farewell
I'm wondering if this is some tribute to cass...
Anyone know what happened to her or hear from her lately?
Anyone know what happened to her or hear from her lately?
I had bad asthma and smoked 19 years. Today I walked up 30 stairs carrying my 2 year old nephew (who is the size of a 4 year old!) and I was NOT out of breath when I got to the top! Vaping for 3 weeks.. off analogs completely for 2 weeks. You have made awesome progress and your story was beautiful! Keep up the great work... I have faith you will make it offf analogs completely!
Just saw how old this post is and read the last page... does Cass still post?
Just saw how old this post is and read the last page... does Cass still post?
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cass,
Love your story let convert more poster childs for analogs.
your doing great keep it up the 18 might just be what you need but if you find your self still wanting analogs thats fine.
if your goal is no more analogs you could dial up the str to something else from total-wicked or test your self by going lower and maintaining the same or lower analog intake.
Keep up the good work it will always pay off.
Love your story let convert more poster childs for analogs.
your doing great keep it up the 18 might just be what you need but if you find your self still wanting analogs thats fine.
if your goal is no more analogs you could dial up the str to something else from total-wicked or test your self by going lower and maintaining the same or lower analog intake.
Keep up the good work it will always pay off.
I wonder how she is getting on? I hope she is getting on well and cut back even more! This is an old post, it would be great to have an update.
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