I’m on Step 2 of the Nicoderm CQ nicotine replacement patch plan. I stepped down just a few days ago. So far, this is what’s it’s like:
- I’m an emotional wreck for half of the day. I’m irritated, agitated, twitchy, and just downright snarky to be around. One of Ray’s coworkers likened it to “being on your period” for women. Since I don’t have a frame of reference for that, I’ll just agree with her. It seems about right, minus the blood.
- I am still coughing up crap from my lungs. It seems like a constant stream of ill-flavored mucus is making it’s way into my mouth from the depths of wherever inside me. I know this is a sign of health and healing, but man-o-man, it’s disgusting. I keep drinking water to wash away the flavor.
- I cannot wait to be done with this silly nicotine addiction. I’m ready to move beyond this constant, nagging, annoying craving. I have a month left. I can do this. I have to.
- I never, ever, ever want to smoke again. No, it’s more than that. I don’t want to be addicted to anything like this again, especially something so mind-altering and unhealthy. Were that I was addicted to running, or yoga, or gardening, or fresh air…
I’m doing okay, all around. I can smell and taste unlike ever before. I know that my clothes don’t stink, and I also know that the tar stains in my mustache and beard are finally gone. My lips aren’t coated with a brown film of cancer-causing tar. I know this is how it all should be, and I’m committed to keeping things like this.
I’ve also put on weight. Over the past month, I’ve watched the scale creep upwards, which is why, starting today, I’ve re-committed to getting back on track with a healthier diet. I’m back to cutting out the overindulgence in carbohydrates, no more processed anything, and most-assuredly no more convenience foods – like the kinds I’ve been getting at work, especially. I don’t need all of those chemicals and preservatives and added weirdness getting into my system. I need to eat clean, I need to treat my body better – especially as it heals from the damage I brought upon it from smoking.
My last round of going low/no-carb resulted in a massive weight loss over a short amount of time. I felt great. I was doing well. Then, as I needed to move house and deal with the anxiety and stress of adjusting to a new home and new life, I found myself reaching for the sugar and alcohol and cigarettes. The fact is, I can no longer do any of those things. I’m at that age where acting like that is both adolescent of me, and not healthy in any manner. I *know* better.
Ray is backing me on this as well. He knows my weight and overall health is a source of anxiety for me. He knows what I’m capable of looking and feeling like – I was so damn fit when we first met – and he would love to see that smile and ability back on my face and in my body. I would too.
Besides, focusing on my diet will help take the pressure off this constant, nagging, ridiculous craving for nicotine that I’m going through these days.