Vanity is but the wind, so why let your good looks go up in smoke? Let’s face it, along with everything else that smoking does to damage your health, the worst and most obvious thing that it causes premature aging and death. In other words, it will make an otherwise healthy, young person become wrinked and withered and winded. Read more
1 in 5 U.S. Deaths are smoking related. This includes second hand smoke and infant death due to smoking during pregnancy.
According to the center for Desease Control in an average year Americans lose 5.5 million years of expected life. This works out to more than 12 years per person.
Secondhand smoke kills approximately 600,000 people world wide each year.
In 2007 lung cancer killed 158, 683 people–88,243 men and 70,354 women. Smoking is responsible for 85% of Lung cancers in the U.S.
It takes 10 days for all the toxins to leave a persons body after quitting smoking. Only about 7% of smokers succeed at quitting smoking on their first try. And 3.5% of people quit smoking cold turkey. 50% of people intoxicated with alcohol will relapse into smoking. There is a 90% reducd rate of dying if a person smoking quits before age 30. There is a 50% reducd rate of dying if a person smoking quits before age 50.
Triggers are those things that make you crave a cigarette. It might be when you get in the car, on breaks at work, or after you eat. If you have been smoking awhile your day is probably filled with triggers. Learn to recognize these triggers. They can come at cetain places, certain times or even after eating certain foods.
For smokers a cigarette is the solution to any problem. You know that certain situations are likely to give you the urge to smoke. Doctors refer to this as HALT or Hungry, Angry, Lonely or Tired. Even boredom works into this. So if you recognize that these times weaken us and make us vulnerable we are more able to change this behavior.
Keeping a log of when you find your worst cravings come can be alot of help in the process of quitting the habit. Keeping note of when, whats going on, where and how you feel.
Look back over your log after afew days(best to have atleast a week day and a week-end day)and see when your most extreme triggers occur.
The trick is to see these and then change your routine. Practice eating the meal without the cigarette at the end. Or if it is while you are driving practice not smoking during the drive.
If you associate certain things with smoking change those things. For instance if you smoke while watching a certain show on tv in the evening change and go for a walk instead. If you usually go outside to have the cigarette then go for the walk instead. Adding some exercise to your routine will help you feeling better as you are going through the quitting process.
With your committment to working on changing your routine you are ready to set a date for quitting this habit that has plagued you for so long.
When I was twelve years old I remember my older cousin Mike talking me into sneaking into my grandfather’s bedroom and taking a pack of his Salem cigarettes off his bureau. I did it and we went back behind the garage to smoke one of these menthol cigarettes, Can you imagine your first experience in cigarette smoking being a menthol?
When I was a teenager many of my friends smoked and I occasionally smoked. Not often though.
But when I was working at the telephone company years later and a group of us went out on Wedsnesday nighs I would partake of a cigarette. For some reason if the group around me was smoking I could counteract the annoyance of the smoke by smoking myself. So when the five or six around me lit up, so would I.
My daughter occasionally went to the smoke shop down town for some specialty smokes and I would get me a pack of Swisser Sweets. They had a nice mellow and sweet flavor. I actually liked to smoke them. In the Summer I would set out under the tree in the front yard and have a Swisser Sweet. But one day the flavor seemed to change and they just didn’t taste good anymore. I threw the pack away and never had another. What happened? I really don’t know.
I have never had any effects from smoking. No shortness of breath, or anything. I guess I was just a social smoker and when I was around people who smoked, I felt a need to too. I don’t like the smoke or the smell, and haven’t smoked in probably fifteen years or more. I am glad I was never addicted, and only wish it was this easy for others. My daughter smokes and I wish I could get her to quit. My granddaughter does too.
Social smokers? Peer pressure? What is it?
We all know how bad smoking is for the health, but who knew that the average cigarette contains around 4000 chemicals? I thought I would find out about them and list them, in the hope that once smokers see this, it will shock them so much, that it will help them quit!
A cigarette is a made from dried and fermented tobacco tightly rolled in a bundle and covered in a paper case. They are also given many additives designed to make cigarettes taste nicer and keep smokers hooked.
First off, as everyone knows, cigarettes contain nicotine, a highly addictive drug, which occurs naturally in the tobacco. Nicotine of itself is not all that harmful, which is why quitting-smoking aids like nicotine patches can be safely used. Here is the rundown of just some of the other additives (brace yourselves!!):
Tar: a mixture of solid chemicals, which when inhaled, form a sticky brown carcinogenic residue which collects in the airways and lungs
Arsenic: used in wood preservatives and also a deadly poison!
Benzene: an industrial solvent, refined from crude oil
Cadmium: a metal used in batteries
Formaldehyde: used in paint manufacturing, in mortuaries (how appropriate!) and for preserving organic specimens
Polonium-210: a highly radioactive element
Chromium: a metal used in the manufacture of dyes, paints and alloys
1,3-Butadiene: used in rubber manufacturing
Acrolein: formerly used as a chemical weapon
Polycyclic aromatic hydrocarbons: a dangerous group of chemicals which damage DNA
Nitrosamines – ditto
Hydrazine: a very toxic chemical used mainly in rocket fuel!
Carbon monoxide: a colourless and dangerous gas, found in car engines, which has a very adverse effect on the lungs
Hydrogen cyanide: used as an industrial pesticide
Ammonia: used to make fertilisers and explosives
Hydrogen cyanide: a poisonous gas
…….And a few thousand more!
As if that list isn't enough to put you off, a lot of brands also contain pig's blood in the filters! Apparently the haemoglobin in the blood helps to trap a lot of the harmful substances before they are inhaled (only clearly, they don't trap enough of them, do they? Considering smoking causes so much illness and death!) They also contain other animal-derived products, like glycerine, so if you are a vegetarian or vegan, like me, that is another great reason to stop smoking!
Hope you got something out of reading this blog, and I appreciate your votes and comments.
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Finding something to do with your hands takes creativity and added confidence for the new non-smoker. At first it is probably the second hardest thing to adjust to not smoking. With some creativity and keen observation of your own habits, your fingers will find many wonderful things to do other than light up a cigarette.
One activity I realized that I missed was the rythmic ritual of finding my smokes (perhaps by patting my shirt pocket or rummaging through my pack) and digging out a tar, a lighter or matches…packing the tobacco and relaxing with the first drag.
You could just relpace the cigarette box with a box of mints and miss out on seeing your progress on paper. Consider keeping a small note pad with a pen handy to log your thoughts and progress. if you're really hard up for handling something like a smoke- you could fill an empty package with small pencils, like the ones used at golf courses. Then when the urge hits you to light up, enjoy the routine of patting your pocket for the pad of papper and pen and jot your victory down in your journal.
Reward yourself with three deep cleansing breathes and maybe that fresh mint to savor.
I used to really hate smoking when I was very young, then I became a smoker myself, then I quit, now I hate it again! Full circle! I come from a family where we almost all used to smoke, and have now all given up and been smoke-free for years. I remember I used to complain about my Mum and my brothers smoking, then I took up the deadly habit myself! I think it was a question of “If you can't beat them, join them.” Fortunately that is not the case now, as now no one in my family has smoked for quite a few years.
I didn’t take up the habit until I was around 20 years old, and the only reason I did really was because of peer pressure: I was working at McDonald’s at the time and almost all the staff smoked (that was in the Dark Ages, when people could still smoke indoors at work!). Consequently the staff room would usually be thick with fug at break-times, the sort of atmosphere you could almost cut with a knife! That seems unbelievable now. It seemed less unpleasant to be a smoker myself than to be the only non-smoker in the room, so I took it up. I carried on for a while, but always meant to give up for good. I think I continued because I found, as most smokers do, that a cigarette seems to help in times of stress (I think it is more the oral solace though, the sucking action! Nicotine is actually a stimulant, so should make you more stressed). I used to find the times I enjoyed a cigarette the most were with a drink or right after a meal, those were the hardest times to go without one.
Then I met a man who was a very heavy smoker and lived with him for several years (I have written about this in my previous blog). So I kept trying to quit but having a partner who was a constant smoker made it very hard. One quitting strategy I had was trying to restrict myself to just having a cigarette with a drink – and not having more than about 20 drinks a day! (Joke!)
Then when I was forty I had a serious accident: I broke both my legs in a car crash and was in hospital for 3 months. I couldn’t smoke there, and didn’t want to in any case, so I was able to quit that way, by simply not having a cigarette for several months. I admit, I did have the occasional cigarette on occasion when I got out of hospital, but didn’t enjoy them very much at all – the desire had gone. I haven’t smoked since then, and I have reached the point where I know I never will again now. That was around 6 years ago, so I think I am now safe from temptation! There is absolutely nothing to gain from this disgusting, killer habit, and everything to gain from giving up. I know that going through the initial withdrawal can be hard, but once you are through that it is easy, because you usually find you hate cigarettes after that!
Hope you got something out of reading this blog, and I appreciate your votes and comments.
(The photo shows me with my Mum)
I used to be a smoker. It was a long time ago, but I do remember it well.
I had no idea that I reeked so. I had no idea it was making me sick. I was clueless.
Sure, I tried to quit every year as a New Year's resolution and failed every year. I even tried a few times in the middle of a year to quit, but something would always happen to stress me out and I'd start back up. Somebody dies? Smoke. Getting divorced? Smoke. Lose a job. Gotta have a smoke, right? And there I'd go again. Smoking those stinking cancer sticks.
I didn't think of them that way then. I didn't really even think of them as a bad habit. I thought that I was an adult and I could smoke if I wanted to. I actually wasn't an adult when I started. I was fifteen and stole my first cigarette from my stepdad. It gave me bed spins. I should have stopped then.
But nooooo, not me! I have to learn things the hard way!
I smoked menthol cigarettes for ten years. I thought I was cool. What a waste of cool points that was!
I ended up with my cool butt getting very sick. I couldn't stop coughing. No, you don't understand. I mean I literally coughed for about 3 months straight, almost non-stop.
My co-workers kept saying, "Go to the doctor!" I kept telling them, "I am!"
The doctor gave me breathing treatments, inhalers, nasal sprays, and antibiotics – all to no avail. I could suck down enough NyQuil to put an elephant down and still cough like a Saint Bernard all night long. Sitting up didn't help. Lying down didn't help. Round after round of various treatments didn't help. That awful dry cough was out to kill me.
Finally, the doctor yelled at me. "You have to stop smoking if you want to get well!"
I listened. I quit… for a week… then smoked one pack of cigarettes over one week's time and I got it again — the dreaded Bronchial Spasm!
I literally couldn't breathe in air without coughing. It was so miserable. I actually bruised my ribs from coughing so much over those months. I would sit in the bed, doubled over in pain, feeling like I was dying. It's one of those illnesses I wouldn't wish on my worst enemy.
It was time to take action. I had to quit. But how? I tried every year and failed. What would work?
I dug down deep and pulled something out that I hadn't used much before. Well, what was this little item tucked away in my disposition?
It was willpower.
The doctor was right. I was making myself sick. I had to stop. Period. End of story. I never smoked again because not only did the doctor yell at me, but I told myself matter-of-factly, "You cannot smoke."
Did I still crave them? You bet! I craved cigarettes for about five years after I quit. But as my health and senses returned, I realized the benefits and it got easier and easier.
I realized that all the time I had smoked, I smelled like an ashtray! My clothes, my house, my car… all smelled like an ashtray. I couldn't believe I had smelled like that for ten whole years and didn't even know it!
Soon, it got to the point that I couldn't even remain in a smoke-filled bar for long without going out for fresh air. Wow. Fresh air! Without a cigarette in my hand. What would I do with myself? Well, I stood there and took in the beauty of life as a healthier person.
Finally, my cravings for cigarettes went away. I substituted for a while with chocolate, but broke that habit as well.
Today, you might catch me eating a chocolate truffle, but you sure as heck won't catch me with a cigarette in my hand.
Keep trying, keep strong, and know that you can be an ex-smoker too someday. I conquered the cancer sticks… so can you!
If you have had the chance to read my first post, you will know that I quit smoking very easily, but I was a light smoker. My habit was minimal to say the least; at only three ciggies per day over a period of one year and a half, most smokers would laugh at that and say that I wasn't a 'true smoker'. So, this next post is about someone who showed an incredible amount of strength when he chose to stop burning these addictive little sticks of stress-relief.
His name is Jean-François, but most people just call him Franck. A French-Canadian with a heavy accent when he speaks English even though he started learning at the tender age of 12, he makes those he knows well laugh non-stop, for he enjoys being the clown in a group of people. But, as with most others who lived in a family where physical (both hitting and sexual) and verbal abuse was the norm, he sought relief. He found it in tobacco and bottle, and when he met my mother – who fell in love with the bad boy on a motorcycle – he would learn to be a different man. Yes, the myth that sometimes all it takes to bring the best out of a man is a woman is true. My parents are living proof of this.
Not to say that my pa wasn't a good man before; after all, unlike his brothers and sisters, he chose to join the army and make a living, instead of depending on welfare (some permanently, some on and off) to sustain himself. I can't say that I blame them for doing so, even though all of us wish it didn't happen this way. My father was the one who didn't fall through the cracks of the system and managed to pull himself together. But, with a girlfriend bursting with the glow of pregnancy, he had to act quickly. And he did.
His drinking diminished drastically. He ditched the bike and bought a car. What he chose not to stop – and this was the compromise between him and my mom – was the smoking. He was allowed to continue so long as he accepted to smoke outside (my mother is an RN and extremely cautious when it comes to babies and second-hand smoke). The year they met: 1971. The year they married: 1973. My brother was born two months later.
Fast-forward 30 years. The year is 2003. I had moved out already a few years before that, and had been living on my own in another city for quite some time, but still visited regularly. My parents were the type of couple that always complained that they didn't have much money, yet my father was happily puffing away at his pipe every evening in the garage (cigarettes were no longer of interest – only cigars and pipe tobacco for him, now). Although the smell is much more pleasing and the amount of chemicals greatly reduced, this is still not good for your health, nor for your wallet – which I pointed out to him in a gentle, yet firm way; I was a grown-up now, and my father treated me as so. I therefore felt that I could give him advice on financial matters (whereas my mother still told me what time to come home in the evening if I went out with friends… !). I blatantly pointed out that I didn't believe anyone who complained to be strapped for cash, yet continued this nasty habit. Was this my father's turning point? Perhaps it wasn't the only reason – after all, my mother surely nagged continuously about it – but I strongly believe that it gave him that final push he needed. It had been years since he had ridden a motorcycle and the thought of sitting on a hog again was chewing away at him, and he knew that money was part of the issue. It was the pipe or the bike. He chose the bike.
Quitting was easy for him. Like me, he took one last look at his tobacco products and said, "This is the last time I buy any of these". He kept his pipe, of course, but it sits in its box, as usual, as a reminder of what he sacrificed to keep this vice of his. He does not use the word 'regret' to explain how he feels about it, but had he decided to quit earlier, his life may have been different. However, like they say, it's never too late to make yourself into a better person.
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