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Posted on QSMB Jul 25 2010 by JWG. She was 17 and thought it was cool She was 18 knew she was in control She was 19 living in the fast lane She was 20 and would quit before hitting 21 She was 21 and thought new years eve was better She was 22 the new job was to much stress right now She was 23 and her fiancée smoked anyways She was 24 the baby would be fine, what’s a little nicotine She was 25 what else is there for a stay at home mom to do She was 26 job interviews are just to demanding She was 27 in this job you have to be social She was 28 her uncle just died but she would be alright She was 29 thinking this time Im ready and 30 is my number She was 30 maybe just one more year She was 31 who can handle a divorce all alone She was 32 working two jobs and life’s to hard She was 33 and the new boy friend doesn’t mind anyhow She was 34 wedding plans are all she could do She was 35 his kids are so wild , just need the break time to time She was 36 a quit would have to wait , to much on her plate She was 37 forty wont be to late She was 38 a daughter and two steps sons a mini van and career She was 39 one more year and so done She was 40 are you crazy and gain weight She was 41 and probably couldn’t anyways She was 42 and enjoy smoking She was 43 but I should try, just for a month She was 44 her little girl smoking, and wonders what went wrong She was 45 The Doctor said it wasn’t good She was never 46 In Memory of JWG - Reposted by Cristóbal JWG Died of Lung Cancer shortly before his 4 Year Anniversary, 6 weeks after his diagnosis.

Posted on QSMB 22 Jan 2013 by JWG  Those were the words written across the back of the mans T-shirt "really" I though, what and odd thing to have printed on to a shirt but to each there own , I suppose I did my best just to blow it off and go about morning,reading the news paper while having a cup of coffee . I dont stop in the cafe every morning , but for all intensive purposes I am a "regular" as the term goes. I am quite sure I have never seen this man here before. I certainly have never seen such a shirt. Trying to forget about his shirt I could see just was not going to happen , in fact I was getting quite worked up over it . How dare someone wear such a shirt. Granted I am one of thous re formed smokers that the world hates so.. Well I dont go around telling everyone they should quit smoking , But to say " thank goodness for cigarettes" why thats just wrong. Kids could read that and really think there missing out on something ,,, uuugh ,, I was getting really upset. My eyes went up and down this man and I studied each inch of him . My first thought he must be some bum / wino that could not live with out his precious cigarettes , the vile things they are. But after closer examination the fellow was in pretty good shape appently he was no staranger to the gym. His arms and back I could see were very muscular, in fact I would not want to mess with this guy at all. But dont take this as he looked to be a hooligan or crook , In fact I could see althou in jeans and boots he was a very well kept and neat . Minus the bit of dirt I noticed up along his triceps and on to one shoulder. His hair short sliver balding hair was very neat and trimmed standing out against the dark tan of his scalp and neck. hmm.... he certainly was no bum "oh dam" I thought to myself. I just knew I was going to have to say something to this man. Normally I stay to myself . a real "live and let live" sort. But this for some reason I could not let go. As I walked over to the his table I thought off all the possible thing to say. Not wanting to start off on the wrong foot and start a scene. when I got up to the table I eased around a bit so to be in front of him and said " good-morning , I noticed your t -shirt . I just have to ask why thank goodness for cigarettes ?" To my relief the man gave me a broad smile and said , "I love cigarettes . they put food on my table , money in my pockets. I drive a nice car and have two daughters in collage''. Oh - I looked quiziclaky You must work for one of those large tobacco companies , that explains it . I said Lord No the man chuckled ,, " Im a grave digger" In Memory of JWG - Reposted by Cristóbal JWG Died of Lung Cancer shortly before his 4 Year Anniversary, 6 weeks after his diagnosis. 

Congratulations @Kelly on being Smoke Free for 8 months! What a fantastic quit you have going. Hope everything is going well with getting rid of the NRT and you are learning to navigate the boards. Make sure you spoil yourself, 2/3rds of the way to the first year of freedom and the Lido Deck is an amazing achievement. Please pop in and let us know how you celebrated.

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Posted on QSMB Aug 31 2010 by JWG I see you standing outside the store.. Braving up to go inside I see you out side the bowling ally. Wanting for you turn I see you outside the bar. Waiting for the waitress to return I see you outside the mall , thinking I hope they wont be long I see you outside airport, just to pick someone up,, never to fly I see you outside the school. Remembering where this all began I see you outside your job, just wishing you worked form home I see you outside the train, thinking its just for thirty minutes I see you outside the restaurant, waiting to get a seat I see you outside the theater hoping you didn’t miss much I see you outside the gym. Looking especially stupid there I see you outside your home: not wanting it to stink I see you outside the bus; wishing you had your car I see you out side the Dr. office think of some good lies I see out side the hospital ,, thinking test can be wrong I see you inside the funeral home . Looking very peaceful I see you inside the church.. My you had a lovely family Dear smoker Did You Enjoy your Time Outside? In Memory of JWG - Reposted by Cristóbal JWG Died of Lung Cancer shortly before his 4 Year Anniversary, 6 weeks after his diagnosis.

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This hoser's goin' to Timmies in the 6 for a double-double then pick me up a 2-4 eh? NOPE! No smoking for me!

I'm feeling back in the game now. Feeling like I've had my relapse and learned a lot from it. Friday was spent playing football with my son and Saturday was spent playing football with the exe's son so keeping busy part of it is there. Today was spent working, not so enjoyable but again keeping busy. A relapse is not a good thing in any way, shape or form but I am determined to learn from my relapse and how shit it made me feel mentally and physically. I have a family holiday coming up next. I think what I have learned will help me on that holiday also. Thanks for all the words of encouragement and advice.

Its OK Pork Chop... he's just being a pig!

Jo, this happened to me at 8 months, and I was blindsided by it. I thought that I was crazy and I read a post from Tracey who had the same crap happen to her. It’ll pass just hold tight.

Making 10 lbs of potato salad (my Mom's recipe!) for my niece's going away party later today - she is moving to the North Carolina coast with her hubby and the 3 kids! First one in the family to move out of NY! ?

Pre Pride... Pride ... Post Pride 2 point 7 miles my arse....!!

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G'day NOPE for today C

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I'm sorry to hear about your relapse but I'm glad you feel that you are back in the game again and not smoking. ^^^ This is so true. I had a relapse from a shorter quit prior to starting this one and I was miserable. I made it a point to remember how I felt then anytime I was tempted to smoke because I didn't want to feel that way again. Just keep the quit and you will not feel that way again. Glad to see you are back with the quit.

Hi toc, You sound in a good place..well done... Don't worry about the family holiday coming up !!! Don't over think !!! You'll be surprised ,when the time comes,it won't be no where near as bad you imagined it would be....you'll be prepared....you'll have the tools !!! Keep marching...every day is a day nearer to your target...

Good to hear tocevoD! All the things you said are encouraging for a successful quit this time Hope you enjoy your family holiday. You won't have to be sneaking off to "go for a smoke" this time and that will just enhance the experience for both you & you're family! Keep those thoughts you just spoke about top of mind as you move forward. Never forget what can happen when you are not paying attention to your personal commitment

Thanks everyone, its eased off so I'm thinking its like that 3 month speed bump... just another speed bump and a nice little attitude adjuster.

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Hi @Giveintowin hope your travelling well and starting to feel a bit better with everything post accident. You have been in my thoughts and the best thing I saw online this week was your lovely NOPE earlier today. Hope all has been well in Sydney and with you. That Lido deck is getting closer.

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That first year is not easy. Each season, each holiday, each event in the course of a year as it rolls by, will serve as triggers. You may not even recognise the trigger but its there in the blossoms appearing the coming of spring, the ground warming up to tell us summer is coming, the chill in the air to herald winter, your birthday, your sisters birthday, an anniversary, Xmas, Easter ..... That's why its so important people commit to the boards for a full year at least. I quit in April. 8 months later, I was triggered by Christmas Day so hard I wanted to cry. watching family members go down the end of the garden smoking and drinking wine in the sun, laughing and having fun. Arghhh that was not easy. But I survived. Stevie Nicks concert at 2 years I told my sister she was 'lucky she could smoke' on the steps after the concert. Weird! Oh and the Halloween part where I'm dressed up as a cat where I thought the only way to complete my fun was to have a cigarette. wtf? I think I have a very strong quit (as do you Jo) but those triggers scared me for the brief time they lasted. You just get through each crave doing what you do.

Congratulations, 8 months is super duper !

Now I'm smelling some kind of pasta sauce cooking from the stuff I picked from the garden this morning. Dinner is probably gonna be tasty.

Congratulations Kelly, 8 months is awesome!

Congratulations Kelly

That is spooky oor men have the same birthday fluffy! Would you share your recipe roz i bet its a good one ?

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No matter how long we are off the cigarettes we are not off the hook as far as occasional craves go. HOWEVER, the first few days are the worst. Once you get past them, you have proven you can go even more than an entire day without a smoke. There is NO point in lighting up again. You are doing awesome. Wait, it has now been five days. See? Trucking along. Do expect your appetite to do strange things but it is just part of the healing process.

Posted on QSMB Dec 17 2013 by JWG When my son was young he would walk to the end of the drive to wait for the school bus. I would stand at the bay window off the side nook of our home where I could look down the drive and watch until he safely got on board. Sounding like a good father this may be. But in actuality I found I enjoyed the heat off the glass and watching the life outdoors from the birds to the ever changing leaves of the seasons. Here I would smoke my morning cigarette. It wasn’t long I had moved a small bench near the window so I could sit and be a bit more comfortable And take in a bit more of my surroundings. I bought a nice brass ashtry on a stand to place next to my bench and would bring in my newspaper into the nook ., By the following year I came to realize It wasn’t much of a bench or that comfortable, So I decided to have some work done to the room and to the window I had a much better built in bench placed into the wall almost making me like a cat sitting on a lagre comfy ledge over looking the world , searching for his pray, like that fat robin I watch in the mornings searching out a nice fat worm. On day while peering down the drive , watching , waiting for my son to board the bus, I noticed a shadowy figure standing off to his side. I would not say it a ghost or man, just an odd shadowy figure,, quite perplex this left me , almost to the point of quizzy, what was this figure ,, what was it doing out there ? For the next few mornings to weeks perhaps months I would watch with an unsettling intent ,, always wondering , what was this figure, a shadow from a limb or tree ? In the afternoons if I were to walk to the end of the drive never was there any evidence of such a figure, questioning my son , was always the same “ your crazy” he would Say. But No I was not crazy ,, I saw what I saw and what I saw was a real as you and me. As the years past , I began to come to terms with the figure at the end of the drive , I knew well whatever it was meant my son no harm. But still each day I found myself looking out the window.. Years would pass , no longer did my son need a protective eye to watch him get on to the bus. But still each morning I went to the window for my morning coffee , cigarette and newspaper. Always peering down the drive slowly it was becoming obvious the figure had turned its sights to me,, no longer was I the watcher , but now the watchy. And with this the hair on the back of my neck stood up, Schools years would come and go, Jason would be moving in the fall to attend collage and I found my self remolding more and more I had moved my study down into nook , moved a side wall expanding the nook itself allowing me more room, I worked from home and really found with these accommodations I was just fine, plus saving me time from going up and down the stairs so much. At once this shadowy figure a bit of amusement now each day an every growingly obsession, a looming haunt always in the back of my mind. Never was it different from one day to the next , but over the years it was easy to see this was a man in grim black suit complete with over coat and hat. For years I asked visitors that would stop by , “what they thought of the man at the end of my drive ?” always to be givng the same response “ Still on that kick” so in time I stoped asking , I came to except it was only myself that could see him. But as a say , what I saw , I saw , and he was real. As real as you or I. By the second year Jason had moved out , my work had slowed down. To save some money on heating and other bills I pretty much moved myself completely into the nook , which now was more like a tiny apt. I had a small bed and fridge a microwave, my coffee pot . Sure I would still make it threw the maze the rest of the down stairs had become to make it into the kitchen if need be. But for the most part I was fine in my cubby. With less work these days I found myself spending more on my bench smoking my cigarettes watching my mystery man in black. With the difference being now slowly I could see he was approaching the house. Not each day could I notice, but slowly, ever so slowly he was making his way down the drive. Until the morning I woke to look out the window and there he stood straight across the drive. I knew then , right then.. Who had come calling ! His eyes were hallow as if none were there at all. His face a slunken gray like dead skin draped across a skelton . No longer was his black suit of fine linen now a grab more like canvas with a hood from the top of his head dragging past his feet. No more then I peered into his sullun face, he turned abruptly proceeding down the drive. I knew with out a doubt . His next stop was the front door. Dizzzy, breathless, my knees week ,, I stammered back, the back of my knees hit a recliner I had set up. nto which I fell. Sitting there now lost reality was gone ,, where was I ? what was going on ? what had I done ? I reached for a cigarette to comfort me , to guide me, to give me answers. And there I sat and smoked . Looking down on to my cracked and dried skin, stained yellow from years of tar and nicotine. I saw all the answers I was looking for. With my own two hands I molded my own death , from once only a shadowy figure at the end of my drive to a creature from the underworld. I forged my own end, one cigarette at a time. One day after another ,one year after another, all the while knowing death was monitoring my every move. Why did I not stop? I could have quit ,millions do it every day. Why did I not run from this house? was I blind, a fool ? Or an addict appeasing myself, to avoid the discomforts of nicotine withdrawal… *rasp*rasp*rasp* The cold steal of his scythe rattles the front glass… In Memory of JWG - Reposted by Cristóbal JWG Died of Lung Cancer shortly before his 4 Year Anniversary, 6 weeks after his diagnosis.

Are you fricking kidding me... both the wee's have hubbies sharing a birthday.... too freaky.... are you sure your not married to the same man?