I’m well overdue a quit smoking update on this blog. In fact, anyone would be forgiven for thinking I’ve totally folded and am still carrying a pack of Carlton Superkings in my coat pocket.
Thankfully this isn’t the case.
I’m now 5 weeks smoke free and haven’t caved once during this time. That equates to some 720 cigarettes I haven’t smoked, and a total saving of £300+. I’m no longer bringing up a bunch of unholy gunk when I cough (the least attractive part of quitting smoking), I’m able sit through an entire movie without having to pause it for a fag break, and I’m sitting here with less than a fiver in my bank account as I’ve splurged on all kinds of treats, and not death sticks.
How does it feel?
Well good. Mostly. Many ex smokers tell me that they never completely lose the craving, and I can well believe that. I do find myself rushing outside when next door light up and cowering next to the fence that separates us - purely to inhale any smoke that wafts over. I still love the smell (although not on my clothes & breath), and there are some cigarettes I really do miss. When my mind starts wandering I’ll whip out my lozenges and the pesky nagging feeling usually tapers off in 5 minutes.
I have put on weight. This is a combined product of increased lethargy and fridge grazing. Apparently it’s normal to feel knackered when you ditch the fags as these had acted as a stimulant. Funnily enough, I’m also unable to metabolise alcohol at the same rate as before and a few glasses of wine have me floored.

So I’ve ordered a FitBit and will be challenging myself to get out and about next week. I’ve downloaded an app called Seek, which I have on good authority is a kind of Pokemon Go for adults that rewards you through vouchers for getting out and about. I’m a sucker for free cash so hopefully this forces me to shift my arse off the sofa.
I also tried to come down to a lower strength patch last week. Having felt fine I figured I might get away with accelerating the program and weaning myself off NRT slightly quicker. The patches make me itch all over (not just the site of the patch) and leave red marks that last for days - so I wanted to do away with them as quickly as possible. This wasn’t the best idea I’ve ever had though and Craig and the kids had to deal with a petulant, stroppy & sweary Madam for the week. Having consulted with my counsellor, she’s suggested I go back to Step 1 patches this week, then we’ll use alternate patches next week to better graduate the weaning process. I’ve reluctantly agreed as I didn’t think my family would survive another week of the bitch from hell.
So it’s largely a mixed bag. I feel good about myself, yet I feel stupid for putting it off for so long. I feel inspired, yet oh so lazy. I feel healthier, yet I’m wearing jeans the next size up… I guess this goes with the territory.
I’ll update you all again soon
