Support to quit smoking, now more than ever
Do you recall smoking sections in restaurants? A romantic walk along the beach, cigarettes ablaze? Office strategies vigorously debated, butts piled high, one or two “annoying” persons excusing themselves momentarily for a breath of fresh air?
The above and other smoke-laden scenarios are on the wane for the most part, at least in the U.S.; law dictates and choice prevails.
Subcultures of smoking pals persist; personable respected individuals who still smoke are politely escorted to the balcony.
We ex- and non-smokers thrive in an overwhelmingly supportive environment.
If you want to stop smoking, now is the time! Countless hands of support and encouragement reach out to you, including mine. Agencies – to help you quit – abound. This post, this blog is at your service.
Holdouts, hanging outside of donut shops: craggy faces, yellowed fingers, longtime, bigtime bad breath, bad teeth, and smelly clothes enthusiastically, desperately welcome you - both young and old – to join them in their ill-fated last stand against sanity, i.e. becoming an ex-smoker.
They’ve got jokes, some corny, some clever. There’s a mix of productive and rebellious, poor and well-heeled, sophisticated and unwashed. “Those bastards (translation: non-smokers) think they’ll live longer but (har-har-hee-hee) it only seems longer!”
Yes, their toxic “support” is still readily available, although their numbers dwindle as we speak – thanks to aforementioned public awareness, attitude, action – but they still await offering an occasional cigarette gratis, even at today’s price per pack.
What’s wrong? Cigar got your tongue? Snuff choke you up? Pipe down! (At least after a surgical procedure.)
Enough, you say; puns aren’t your cup of tea. O.K. I’ll simply share that, since 1993, when I stopped a 30 year addiction to nicotine, I’ve been happy as a lark about my freedom from cigarettes.
I’ve got my voice back and I sing exuberantly on occasion, especially while driving to the office or across town. This would be more difficult if surgery had removed my vocal cords.
Climbing stairs and brisk walks exhilarate when I have no need to cling to a banister or tree, gasping for breath.
Stranger: “Man, you got a cigarette?”
Me: “I don’t smoke.”
Stranger: “Hey, good for you (cough) man, nasty habit. I oughta stop!”
Now’s the time. We’re waiting for you on the other side and our numbers are growing. Start your adventure to freedom from nicotine. Take a deep breath and visit my website quitnicotinenow.net. All best wishes to you.
I look forward to being with you again next week.