Quit Smoking – Post #2
Day One as a non-smoker. I didn’t get a lot of sleep due to the nervous energy I have knowing that I am going to quit. I don’t want to give this a half-assed effort, I don’t want to fail. I am going to quit.
I take my first piece of “gum” at 6:30 am, on my way to work. The night before I read all of the “instructions” on quitting smoking using the nicotine gum properly. The novel they try to pass off as instructions has me believing I can do it. Plus Shauna believes in me, which helps a lot. The instruction manual talks about a “peppery” taste to the gum. I don’t know about that. Could it really be peppery?
Well, apparently that is the best way to describe it. It really does have a peppery taste. It also gives off that tingling sensation between my cheek and gum that I was all too familiar with back in my Kodiak days. That part I can deal with.
The morning goes by just fine, using a few pieces of gum. It’s just hard not to think about it. I don’t think I even like smoking, it’s just the routine of it.
Case in point: I go to wash up for lunch and walk out onto the dock, reaching for a cigarette without even thinking about it. Now I don’t have any on me, I’m not even going to keep them close. It’s just that much a part of my day. All I have to do, I guess, is break the cycle.
The afternoon goes by just fine, I think there were even points where it wasn’t consuming my every thought. Hell, I even had a beer as work was letting up (all-employee meeting, we made money, ah, never mind.) Even then I didn’t really crave it. It’s funny too, not until I’m quitting do I realize how many people around me smoke, at work anyhow. Do people really do any work around here? I’m kidding, that was me too.
I think I’m going to be just fine. All I have to do is get over the hump.
