How many FWDs? (very long)

Tihomir wondered:

>Welcome back Steve! Tell us about you, how many FWD's do you already
>have under your belt? What do you think makes you fail in your quit?
>Come on, share, it helps not only the less experienced, it might help
> you too!

How many FWD's? How many?! Jef would sigh in exasperation!

If I had been successful when Marilyn announced herself the chairperson of
my fan-club, and Sassy She-Spock climbed Mount Improbable, or Improbably
Mounted, and Jef and BobF and Padders and Elle and Dave and GregB and the
delightful Adrienne I am pleased to see I still dwell beneath and Joe
Laughter and Frank ODAT and RosieR+P and oh gazillions more encouraged and
cajoled and vitually hugged I would be seven years down!

And when I tried again later, and all those people were still there, joined
by the lovely Bess and her secret codes, I would be six years down!

And there were others. But I came back just when CuckooCat had joined. And
struggled and struggled. I came back when CuckooCat was still stuggling. I
came back when CuckooCat was still struggling. That went on for a while
She never left, but I did. Perhaps that was my error, because now I see CC
has a very healthy meter.

Then I came back somewhen just after jellysqueezingCrystal joined. And I
came back and Crystal was still struggingly. And I came back,. And I came
back. You get the picture? Which is one of the reasons I say:

One week, two days, 9 hours, 47 minutes and 55 seconds. 282 cigarettes not
smoked, saving £77.61. Life saved: 23 hours, 30 minutes.

Come join me Crystal.

And there were other quits around and in between those for which I didn't
get my hugs from AS3.

And then there were the other quits pre-AS3. The four year one from 1990 to
1994. Two six month ones in 1998 and 1999.

So, why do I fail? Partly boredom, I think. I struggle and struggle with the
quit shit (like having no brain - I'm in brain fog now, and never like it).
And then I just get bored with the struggle and reason that I'm going to die
anyway, so...

==== this is a very important paragraph ======
When I blew the four year quit, it was because my g.f at the time came back
from Americay with some Camel Lights. I was intrigued by this US fag she was
blowing around the car (that should make Jef laugh!), and just wondered what
it tasted like, you know. And I had been quit four years, and it *really*
didn't feel like a big deal. So I had a taste. No biggie. Then sometime
later, she lit another one, and I thought, one more taste won't hurt. Then
the car broke down in the middle of road works on the M25. And we had to sit
and wait for a tow. For two hours. And, hey, one more suck wouldn't hurt
stuck in this depressing place, right? And actually, (after one and forty
five minutes) it is soooo depressing and miserable stuck in the middle of
this motorway madness, that *just one whole one* wouldn't hurt, would it? It
took me two days to get back to twenty a day.
============

And the six month quit in 1998? It was my 40th birthday, and, well, there
was a party, and my best friend John, who had always provided me with free
fags when I was 20 years old and a social smoker was there. And we were just
partying like it was 1979 and so... where was the harm, eh? I could always
stop the next day, after the party.

And the six month quit in 1999? It was going to a gig, and my best friend
John, who had always provided me with free fags when I was 20 years old and
a social smoker was there. And we were just going to see some prog-rock doom
merchant just like it was 1976 and so... where was the harm, eh? I could
always stop the next day, after John had gone.

So that was how the big quits went.

As I say, the small quits go because of stupid stuff. Big rows one week into
a quit. Something that must be done one week into a quit and I have brain
fog. I just can't cope. I'm tired. I have to do something. I'm tired. I have
no brain and I'm tired. I have no brain I have to do something I can't cope
I'm having a row and I'm tired.

The usual stuff.

Hope that ...errr... helps!

"Steve Dewey" (s[dot].dewey@blueyonder[couk]) writes:

You're home, Steve and that counts for a great deal. It's not the number
of FWDs you have, it's what you've got today. And today, you are not smoking.

I'm glad you're here.

*hugs*

mmm

I blew a 20 year quit 5 years ago thinking I'd join my sister smoking
when I decided to stop drinking. For about 3 mos I only smoked a few a
day, late in the afternoon when I wanted a cocktail. In a year I was
up to a pack a day. It's those so called social smokers that I never
could get...they are dangerous folk. Stay away from them!! Their
reality is not mine or yours! Chantix has made this, my final
quit, my last!
Congrats on cowboying up again!
Angie

I have been quit for 3 Weeks, 14 hours, 7 minutes and 45 seconds (21
days). I have saved $94.98 by not smoking 431 cigarettes. I have saved
1 Day, 11 hours and 55 minutes of my life. My Quit Date: 6/7/2007
10:00 PM

Welcome home Dewey.
You know what it's going to take to get thru this. You know it won't be
easy. You also know that you can do it.
It will get sooooo good inna few months. Hang in there.
hugs,
Cat
OFHOF!




"Steve Dewey" <s[dot].dewey@blueyonder[couk]> wrote in message
news:M17hi.3$Ua.2@fe3.news.blueyonder.co.uk...
> Tihomir wondered:
>
>>Welcome back Steve! Tell us about you, how many FWD's do you already
>>have under your belt? What do you think makes you fail in your quit?
>>Come on, share, it helps not only the less experienced, it might help
>> you too!
>
> How many FWD's? How many?! Jef would sigh in exasperation!
>
> If I had been successful when Marilyn announced herself the chairperson of
> my fan-club, and Sassy She-Spock climbed Mount Improbable, or Improbably
> Mounted, and Jef and BobF and Padders and Elle and Dave and GregB and the
> delightful Adrienne I am pleased to see I still dwell beneath and Joe
> Laughter and Frank ODAT and RosieR+P and oh gazillions more encouraged and
> cajoled and vitually hugged I would be seven years down!
>
> And when I tried again later, and all those people were still there,
> joined
> by the lovely Bess and her secret codes, I would be six years down!
>
> And there were others. But I came back just when CuckooCat had joined. And
> struggled and struggled. I came back when CuckooCat was still stuggling. I
> came back when CuckooCat was still struggling. That went on for a while
> She never left, but I did. Perhaps that was my error, because now I see CC
> has a very healthy meter.
>
> Then I came back somewhen just after jellysqueezingCrystal joined. And I
> came back and Crystal was still struggingly. And I came back,. And I came
> back. You get the picture? Which is one of the reasons I say:
>
> One week, two days, 9 hours, 47 minutes and 55 seconds. 282 cigarettes not
> smoked, saving £77.61. Life saved: 23 hours, 30 minutes.
>
> Come join me Crystal.
>
> And there were other quits around and in between those for which I didn't
> get my hugs from AS3.
>
> And then there were the other quits pre-AS3. The four year one from 1990
> to
> 1994. Two six month ones in 1998 and 1999.
>
> So, why do I fail? Partly boredom, I think. I struggle and struggle with
> the
> quit shit (like having no brain - I'm in brain fog now, and never like
> it).
> And then I just get bored with the struggle and reason that I'm going to
> die
> anyway, so...
>
> ==== this is a very important paragraph ======
> When I blew the four year quit, it was because my g.f at the time came
> back
> from Americay with some Camel Lights. I was intrigued by this US fag she
> was
> blowing around the car (that should make Jef laugh!), and just wondered
> what
> it tasted like, you know. And I had been quit four years, and it *really*
> didn't feel like a big deal. So I had a taste. No biggie. Then sometime
> later, she lit another one, and I thought, one more taste won't hurt. Then
> the car broke down in the middle of road works on the M25. And we had to
> sit
> and wait for a tow. For two hours. And, hey, one more suck wouldn't hurt
> stuck in this depressing place, right? And actually, (after one and forty
> five minutes) it is soooo depressing and miserable stuck in the middle of
> this motorway madness, that *just one whole one* wouldn't hurt, would it?
> It
> took me two days to get back to twenty a day.
> ============
>
> And the six month quit in 1998? It was my 40th birthday, and, well, there
> was a party, and my best friend John, who had always provided me with free
> fags when I was 20 years old and a social smoker was there. And we were
> just
> partying like it was 1979 and so... where was the harm, eh? I could always
> stop the next day, after the party.
>
> And the six month quit in 1999? It was going to a gig, and my best friend
> John, who had always provided me with free fags when I was 20 years old
> and
> a social smoker was there. And we were just going to see some prog-rock
> doom
> merchant just like it was 1976 and so... where was the harm, eh? I could
> always stop the next day, after John had gone.
>
> So that was how the big quits went.
>
> As I say, the small quits go because of stupid stuff. Big rows one week
> into
> a quit. Something that must be done one week into a quit and I have brain
> fog. I just can't cope. I'm tired. I have to do something. I'm tired. I
> have
> no brain and I'm tired. I have no brain I have to do something I can't
> cope
> I'm having a row and I'm tired.
>
> The usual stuff.
>
> Hope that ...errr... helps!
>
>
>
>
>
>
>
>
>
>

>
> I'm glad you're here.
>
> *hugs*
>
Thanks
Shall endeavour to stay here

"Steve Dewey" <s[dot].dewey@blueyonder[couk]> wrote:

>How many FWD's? How many?! Jef would sigh in exasperation!

Tanks for sharing all this. I bet it felt great to let it all out :-)

--
Tihomir
*I don't smoke anymore*

.... Death on Two Legs.

Thanks for sharing this Steve. It's a great post!

--
Lots of love
Summer (007) -- 5M+
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"Steve Dewey" <s[dot].dewey@blueyonder[couk]> wrote in message
news:M17hi.3$Ua.2@fe3.news.blueyonder.co.uk...
> Tihomir wondered:
>
> >Welcome back Steve! Tell us about you, how many FWD's do you already
> >have under your belt? What do you think makes you fail in your quit?
> >Come on, share, it helps not only the less experienced, it might help
> > you too!
>
> How many FWD's? How many?! Jef would sigh in exasperation!
>
> If I had been successful when Marilyn announced herself the chairperson of
> my fan-club, and Sassy She-Spock climbed Mount Improbable, or Improbably
> Mounted, and Jef and BobF and Padders and Elle and Dave and GregB and the
> delightful Adrienne I am pleased to see I still dwell beneath and Joe
> Laughter and Frank ODAT and RosieR+P and oh gazillions more encouraged and
> cajoled and vitually hugged I would be seven years down!
>
> And when I tried again later, and all those people were still there,
joined
> by the lovely Bess and her secret codes, I would be six years down!
>
> And there were others. But I came back just when CuckooCat had joined. And
> struggled and struggled. I came back when CuckooCat was still stuggling. I
> came back when CuckooCat was still struggling. That went on for a while
> She never left, but I did. Perhaps that was my error, because now I see CC
> has a very healthy meter.
>
> Then I came back somewhen just after jellysqueezingCrystal joined. And I
> came back and Crystal was still struggingly. And I came back,. And I came
> back. You get the picture? Which is one of the reasons I say:
>
> One week, two days, 9 hours, 47 minutes and 55 seconds. 282 cigarettes not
> smoked, saving £77.61. Life saved: 23 hours, 30 minutes.
>
> Come join me Crystal.
>
> And there were other quits around and in between those for which I didn't
> get my hugs from AS3.
>
> And then there were the other quits pre-AS3. The four year one from 1990
to
> 1994. Two six month ones in 1998 and 1999.
>
> So, why do I fail? Partly boredom, I think. I struggle and struggle with
the
> quit shit (like having no brain - I'm in brain fog now, and never like
it).
> And then I just get bored with the struggle and reason that I'm going to
die
> anyway, so...
>
> ==== this is a very important paragraph ======
> When I blew the four year quit, it was because my g.f at the time came
back
> from Americay with some Camel Lights. I was intrigued by this US fag she
was
> blowing around the car (that should make Jef laugh!), and just wondered
what
> it tasted like, you know. And I had been quit four years, and it *really*
> didn't feel like a big deal. So I had a taste. No biggie. Then sometime
> later, she lit another one, and I thought, one more taste won't hurt. Then
> the car broke down in the middle of road works on the M25. And we had to
sit
> and wait for a tow. For two hours. And, hey, one more suck wouldn't hurt
> stuck in this depressing place, right? And actually, (after one and forty
> five minutes) it is soooo depressing and miserable stuck in the middle of
> this motorway madness, that *just one whole one* wouldn't hurt, would it?
It
> took me two days to get back to twenty a day.
> ============
>
> And the six month quit in 1998? It was my 40th birthday, and, well, there
> was a party, and my best friend John, who had always provided me with free
> fags when I was 20 years old and a social smoker was there. And we were
just
> partying like it was 1979 and so... where was the harm, eh? I could always
> stop the next day, after the party.
>
> And the six month quit in 1999? It was going to a gig, and my best friend
> John, who had always provided me with free fags when I was 20 years old
and
> a social smoker was there. And we were just going to see some prog-rock
doom
> merchant just like it was 1976 and so... where was the harm, eh? I could
> always stop the next day, after John had gone.
>
> So that was how the big quits went.
>
> As I say, the small quits go because of stupid stuff. Big rows one week
into
> a quit. Something that must be done one week into a quit and I have brain
> fog. I just can't cope. I'm tired. I have to do something. I'm tired. I
have
> no brain and I'm tired. I have no brain I have to do something I can't
cope
> I'm having a row and I'm tired.
>
> The usual stuff.
>
> Hope that ...errr... helps!
>
>
>
>
>
>
>
>
>
>

Stop leaving Steve!

--
Batman: "You're far from mod, Robin. And many hippies are older than you
are."
-
"Steve Dewey" <> schreef in bericht ...
>
> How many FWD's? How many?! Jef would sigh in exasperation!
>
> If I had been successful when Marilyn announced herself the chairperson of
> my fan-club, and Sassy She-Spock climbed Mount Improbable, or Improbably
> Mounted, and Jef and BobF and Padders and Elle and Dave and GregB and the
> delightful Adrienne I am pleased to see I still dwell beneath and Joe
> Laughter and Frank ODAT and RosieR+P and oh gazillions more encouraged and
> cajoled and vitually hugged I would be seven years down!
>
> And when I tried again later, and all those people were still there,
> joined
> by the lovely Bess and her secret codes, I would be six years down!
>
> And there were others. But I came back just when CuckooCat had joined. And
> struggled and struggled. I came back when CuckooCat was still stuggling. I
> came back when CuckooCat was still struggling. That went on for a while
> She never left, but I did. Perhaps that was my error, because now I see CC
> has a very healthy meter.
>
> Then I came back somewhen just after jellysqueezingCrystal joined. And I
> came back and Crystal was still struggingly. And I came back,. And I came
> back. You get the picture? Which is one of the reasons I say:
>
> One week, two days, 9 hours, 47 minutes and 55 seconds. 282 cigarettes not
> smoked, saving £77.61. Life saved: 23 hours, 30 minutes.
>
> Come join me Crystal.
>
> And there were other quits around and in between those for which I didn't
> get my hugs from AS3.
>
> And then there were the other quits pre-AS3. The four year one from 1990
> to
> 1994. Two six month ones in 1998 and 1999.
>
> So, why do I fail? Partly boredom, I think. I struggle and struggle with
> the
> quit shit (like having no brain - I'm in brain fog now, and never like
> it).
> And then I just get bored with the struggle and reason that I'm going to
> die
> anyway, so...
>
> ==== this is a very important paragraph ======
> When I blew the four year quit, it was because my g.f at the time came
> back
> from Americay with some Camel Lights. I was intrigued by this US fag she
> was
> blowing around the car (that should make Jef laugh!), and just wondered
> what
> it tasted like, you know. And I had been quit four years, and it *really*
> didn't feel like a big deal. So I had a taste. No biggie. Then sometime
> later, she lit another one, and I thought, one more taste won't hurt. Then
> the car broke down in the middle of road works on the M25. And we had to
> sit
> and wait for a tow. For two hours. And, hey, one more suck wouldn't hurt
> stuck in this depressing place, right? And actually, (after one and forty
> five minutes) it is soooo depressing and miserable stuck in the middle of
> this motorway madness, that *just one whole one* wouldn't hurt, would it?
> It
> took me two days to get back to twenty a day.
> ============
>
> And the six month quit in 1998? It was my 40th birthday, and, well, there
> was a party, and my best friend John, who had always provided me with free
> fags when I was 20 years old and a social smoker was there. And we were
> just
> partying like it was 1979 and so... where was the harm, eh? I could always
> stop the next day, after the party.
>
> And the six month quit in 1999? It was going to a gig, and my best friend
> John, who had always provided me with free fags when I was 20 years old
> and
> a social smoker was there. And we were just going to see some prog-rock
> doom
> merchant just like it was 1976 and so... where was the harm, eh? I could
> always stop the next day, after John had gone.
>
> So that was how the big quits went.
>
> As I say, the small quits go because of stupid stuff. Big rows one week
> into
> a quit. Something that must be done one week into a quit and I have brain
> fog. I just can't cope. I'm tired. I have to do something. I'm tired. I
> have
> no brain and I'm tired. I have no brain I have to do something I can't
> cope
> I'm having a row and I'm tired.
>
> The usual stuff.
>
> Hope that ...errr... helps!
>
>
>
>
>
>
>
>
>
>

Thanks, Steve, for sharing the ins and outs of your quits. Your
situation is not that dissimilar from my own. If my feeble memory is
correct, my first attempt of quitting was back in the summer/fall of
1996. Lasted a couple of months and then 'just one' showed up and I
was back sucking them up. Tried again on New Years Day of 1997 and
was posting here by then [I'd discovered the group while I was in that
first quit]. The quit lasted about 3 months and then I was back
smoking until Hallowe'en hating every sickerette I was putting in my
mouth. That quit lasted over 3 years but then one night in a moment
of anxiety I bummed one at a bar [yeah you still could smoke inside
them then] and I have been sucking on them since then. I did have a
few feeble attempts at quitting but until I got on Chantix they lasted
a day or two before I gave up and sucked up the poison. From what I
can discern there are many others here who can write similar stories
about how they romanced the sickerette until they finally got wise and
ditched the bitch.

IMHO that is really what matters. Quitting. We all are here *now*
and working on our smobriety and that is what matters! Keep on
keeping on and let the days blend into weeks and months.

FlatironMike
FSS
Four months, two weeks, five days, 14 hours, 6 minutes and 32 seconds.
2791 cigarettes not smoked, saving $837.28. Life saved: 1 week, 2
days, 16 hours, 35 minutes.