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I'm troubled by the fact that my crapper has taken up smoking...

Yep.

Good job Denali. Congratulations.

An underrated scene from an underrated movie: Dewey Cox meets Elvis.

I want to see that movie, but I want to see it in the theatre. I appreciate any movie where they do the action scenes in as realistic a manner as possible; not all that CGI smoke and mirrors. Both sets of grandparents have been pushing the idea that me and Sugar Britches need to take a date night. A not-so-subtle way of saying we should just hit the road for the evening so they can dedicate all of their attention to spoiling the grandkids. Maybe we can catch an early showing on Saturday.

If you smoke again you will quickly remember why you quit in the first place. A cigarette smoked now will only lead to regret and won't help one iota with the crisis you're dealing with. Stay true to the commitment you made to yourself Kris.

Great job Steven. Congratulations on reaching your one-year anniversary.

Sorry to hear about your mom Denali. Congratulations however on recognizing that even in the most challenging times there is no good reason to smoke. The ability to differentiate between the realities of smoking and the delusions of addiction is a major milestone in every successful quit.

Looking for alternative nicknames for a toilet. I've referred to the toilet as "the throne" for a long time now. Now with the big jubilee going on across the pond, I keep hearing news readers talking about the Queen having been on the throne for seventy years. I laugh every time...yes, I'm that immature. Anyway...Good luck her majesty, hope everything comes out well.

Good job Sunnyside. High Five!

Great job Jillar. Built a rock-solid quit for yourself and helped many others navigate their path to freedom. Top shelf!

Nicotine doubles the rate that the body depletes caffeine. Something to consider going forward.

Good job Yoda. Here's that monkey gif you like...

Great start Shymaid. Congratulations.

Welcome aboard the Quit Train Shymaid. Good call on giving up the smokes. The difference between my real quit and the hundreds of mini-quits that were thrown away after a brief period was a change in mindset. Really digging in and trying to understand my addiction made all the difference. Once I realized that "facts" about smoking that I accepted as gospel truth were in reality complete garbage and the "reasons" I gave for smoking were just excuses to continue feeding my addiction...the whole game changed. You are on the right track Shymaid. Smoking was not as big a part of our identity as we made it out to be. I had the same concerns when I quit: "I'm a smoker, it's who I am!", "My cigarette is like the sixth digit on my left hand, I can't lose that!" It was all much ado about nothing. On a trip to my parents house, I saw a high school photo of myself from right around the time I started smoking. I had a peach-fuzz mustache, a mullet, and owned at least two pairs of acid washed jeans. I wasn't a slave to those bad choices anymore, why would I feel obligated to continue smoking? The process of quitting forces you to face some difficult truths. It also teaches you some valuable lessons about yourself that will have a positive impact on other areas of your life. Quitting smoking is a temporary challenge that will reward you for the rest of your life.

This too shall pass...but it might take a little while. Ridding myself of the instinct to "reward" myself with a cigarette for a completed job was the last hump I got over in my quit. Eventually, I rewired my brain with a combination of repetition and time. Welcome aboard Engravosaurus. Congratulations on putting the pipe down. I've said it before and I'll say it again, time spent stacking BBs or nailing Jell-O to the wall is preferable to smoking.

Great job Kris. Congratulations.

Another one from three bar...

I really am turning into my father. Just wrote in another thread about the time we took my daughter to the aquarium and a lemur scared her. I'm not even sure why I included that anecdote. Now I remember that my dad has been telling a story about our trip to Disney World for years. He points at me and says: "This one...Goofy walked up behind him and he dropped his ice cream cone and ran away." He laughs every time like it just happened last week. Dammit dad, I was only three years-old. I have children of my own to embarrass now. Not sure why, but it's a family tradition.

Good to see you again Octain. That's a rock-solid quit you built for yourself.

You're doing great Kdad.