Snowbunny for president!

 

Bruce, you are an awesome campaign manager!!!

 

Hey I Quit! It's been more than a month, and I feel lots better about it... When I walk in the house and get those Kisses from the wife and she is happy that I did it,

Before No Kisses.... and she would say pewwee go brush your teeth! Carl you can do It! I know you Can. Do it for sassy!

 

People who smoke and foul the air of other who don't not only are harming themselves, but are harming members of their family and others around them.

Aside from that they stink!

Sorry. I don't know another way to put it.

Cigarette and cigar smoke stinks.

I have been in checkout lines near people who smoke and almost wretch from the foul smell that permeates their clothes and hair.

I'm sure that most of them are not aware of how they smell, but if they could, I would hope that most of them would do something about it. The only thing I know of that would do that is for them to quit. It can't be covered up with perfume and it won't wash out.

If a person who smokes doesn't care enought to mind what he/she smells like on the outside, I guess they probably don't care what they are doing to their lungs and the lungs of those around them, including their children and wife/husband.

I wish all of those who smoked could just will themselves to stop. I know that's probably not possible for the great majority since nicotine is a drug that is as addictive as cocaine or heroin.

Banning the sale and distribution of tobacco will not stop anyone from smoking. They will roll their own or buy them on the black market.

The only thing I know that will reduce the use of tobacco is to raise the price to an absurd level to make it economically difficult to keep the habit. That will eventually run the tobacco producers, manufacturers, and distributors out of business.

I would like to see a tax on every pack of cigarettes and each cigar of $5 to $10 so that if the smokers wanted to continue, they would have to give up some other habit like eating or having their six-pack.

It has been proven that raising the price deprives many but not all of the ability to continue a habit that in many cases will cause them an excruciating death, probably many years before they would die from other natural causes.

I would like to think that a smoker who has tried a patch and failed would seek other means of quitting until it works. It's too easy just to go back to the weed, I guess.

That's all.

 

You only get one life. When you die it's over. Everything. You won't get to see your kids ever again, or look after your parents, or do all the things you've been putting off your whole life.

It's your decision how you want to treat your health. But it's a decision that affects all your loved ones. Think about that next time you go for a cigarette. Every time you have that lighter in your hand, think about all the reasons you have to not smoke. Like your family. And everything you worked for to provide for them. Do you really want to throw it all away on a filthy habit?


Don't think of it as giving something up. Just grab hold of that lighter and think about everything you're getting out of the deal. Like the chance to be a grandpa and tell the little ones about the old days.

Do that a couple of times each day. Take your lighter or whatever it is you use to smoke, hold it in your hand and think about all the reasons you have for not smoking. So every time you go to light a cigarette, you're reminded of them.

 

I NEED to quit. I'm only 20 years old, but have been smoking since 15. I force myself to no more than one cig every 45-60 minutes. But, that goes out the window when I start drinking of course. I'm currently at 1/2 pack a day. I've been there for a year now...before that I was at 1 pack ever 3-4 days.

When I take long walks, or even just doing laundry at home (3 flights of stairs), I often find myself out of breath. I can forget about running or sprinting any distance.

My...uhhh..."girlfriend" (We're talking) quit cold turkey about 4-5 months ago. She's 17 and smoked for a couple years. She's trying to get me to quit, and I really, really appreciate her help. I do not smoke when I'm around her out of respect...and so she doesn't get the urge to start again (although her aunt and uncle, who she lives with both smoke).

This past March, I was sick, and 'couch-ridden' for a week. It's funny, how when you get sick, you have no urge to smoke at all. The first day out of "bed" I went out and had a cig. It was the nastiest thing I have ever had...but the addiction quickly caught up to me. I could have quit easily...but I guess my habit at the time was stronger than my will to quit (I actually didn't want to quit back then for some reason).

My parents (whom I still live with) don't even know I smoke. If they did...I would be dead. Literally. They would kick me out of the house and cut off all my life-lines.

 

Smoking for five years? They are simply not bringing it up.

 

I started early, about 12 or 13 years old, I smoked about 6 years and quit. I found myself thinking one day that this little paper stick has absolute control over me, I am its slave, from that point on I made it my mission to reclaim my life. I won my battle about 4 years ago, sure I've put on a few pounds but I feel great now.

It took will power, I'd get so upset that I'd put my fist through the drywall, but I just wouldn't allow myself to have one. It took a very hard 6 months but I'm glad I put myself through hell.



I felt so bad because I drove my best friend into smoking, he asked for cigarette out of the blue one day, next time I seen him he'd bought a pack of his own. Once I quit myself I tried my hardest to get him to quit, we'd hang out every day after class, whenever I seen a pack of smokes in his car I'd toss them out the window when he wasn't looking, I'd throw his lighters and matches out too. I did this for about 6 months and he never questioned me about the missing smokes. One day he went into the store and bought a pack, we took off and about half a block down the road he tossed them out the window, he said someone had been ripping him off and he hadn't smoked in two weeks, he said he didn't see the reason to start again.

About a year later we were discussing something and he brought up the cigarette thief, I admitted it was me, I offered him a couple hundred bucks to make up for the money he lost, he refused to take it, said he couldn't put a price on health and friendship.

I guess my point is if you're suffering ask for the help of a friend, you'd be amazed at what some of them would do for you.

 

Jimbo, that's a great story. Congratulations

I helped a friend quit smoking many years ago and both he and I are thankful for it.

I never smoked. My mother alway reminded me of the hacking cough that my uncle had every time we went to his house. It was enought to keep me off tobacco. He eventually died of heart failure on the day he retired from his job. Small reward for a life of hard work.

I told my friend that he should quit. He only smoked an occasional cigarette and was not yet hooked. His father was a smoker.

I was lucky. no one in my immediate family was a smoker.

My grandfather smoked nickle cigars - made from floor sweepings. That awful smell and my mother's admonitions were enough to keep me from starting.

If you ever get stressed and consider "just one", I hope you will remember that it is harder to stop than it is to not start.