It has now been more than 4 months since quitting... 129 days o' the calendar. My health is reasonable, and breathing is definitely something that is improved.
Curiously enough, my nasal passages must still be freaking out (after stopping the nicotine and smoke trash coating they got every day for about 30 years). I still get a sticky nose and little bits of nasal congestion almost every day. The good news is that I can breathe better through my nose these days. Breathing is good. Breathing without thinking of smoke is better.
I still get quit-zits on occasion. I don't get them like I did when I first quit, but still do... well, at least one part of being a teenager has returned...
I don't equate smoke to reward any more (at least, not several times a day). There are urges here and there, but most of the time the urges are nostalgic and not gnawing craves. The addiction part of my brain still things it is a good thing to get nicotine, so that part of my brain wants to "guilt" me into "feeling good again" with cigarettes. Sorry to tell you, addicted-part-of-my-brain, I'm not going to fall for it.
I have stamina, but my body has returned to its normal (pre-quit) rhythms - I don't get enough sleep (4-5 hours), so I don't have boundless energy... maybe if I ever take a leap and work into a life where I can get reasonable amounts of sleep, I'll become more energetic. The good news: I feel better about myself - not smoking is good.
No comments:
Post a Comment