First of all, I would like to thank you for your very thoughtful post, Samantha. The things you said really resonated with me. And second, I have to report that I finally relapsed. I broke down and smoked a cigarette a few minutes ago. I had somehow managed to go almost six full days without having any strong cravings, but after writing my post, something inside of me just snapped and I found myself just ditching every rational thought and "just doing it." Even while I was smoking, I knew I shouldn't be. I can't even say that it was particularly enjoyable. I think I may feel ashamed, but I know that's not a useful feeling. Worse, I feel as if I have let everyone down; everyone here, my family, my co-workers, myself. Why did I do that? How could I sacrifice what was really such a good thing for me?
I think it really comes down to this post. The problem is, I don't have many interests. The highlight of my day is when I'm out hiking in the woods - even when the mosquitoes seem to be at their worst. When I'm at home, there's really not much for me to do except work on the computer or watch television. I don't have any friends who live near me, and the friends I do have all smoke, so they are not really people I can easily associate with right now. As far as writing, I'm on my 19th journal in close to a decade. In the last couple of years, I've found myself writing less and less, but while I was quitting, I wrote a lot. I have been writing three or four times a day. But that's it, I don't really have anything else to fill my time up with. I'm basically a workaholic. I'm a programmer and I can spend all day working on the computer, but this past week I have not accomplished anything in that regard; my mind just hasn't been in that space.
So I don't know what to do now. Well, I kind of do. I learned a lot these past six days. I was doing things that brought me a lot of pride, but I think perhaps I rushed into this unprepared. I'm going to go back through the "My Program" and next week I'm going to buy that Carr book that I've heard mentioned on here quite a few times. I don't want to give up. I really believe that quitting smoking is the best thing I can do for myself. It was so nice to be able to smell the flowers at the nature preserve and I was looking forward to hiking one of my favorite trails next week, and I was taking so much better care of myself than I normally would. It seems that smoking just stops me from doing all the things I always want to do. I'm really choosing not to see this as a failure though; it was a great first step in my book.
I know what everyone here would say. Quitting is a process, put them back down and try again, prepare yourself, post here and wait for five replies (for that, you'd be waiting half the day), don't give up. I don't know what else, but I don't think I really need to hear any of that. I think what it really comes down to is that I need to find things to fill up my days with, to make my life feel more meaningful. I don't know what those things would be; I am going to have to search for some new interests I guess. I took Chantix for a week on a whim; I never thought it would actually be all that useful. So once that first week was over and I stopped taking it, I was certainly grateful to be smoke-free, but I think a part of me also felt sort of rushed into this. I don't know. Wow, I must sound totally whacko right now, haha.
Bottom line, I need to take stock of this experience and figure out how to move forward. I would appreciate any helpful advice on that front. Everyone here is just so great; I want to be able to count myself among "the family of quitters who have actually succeeded and help those who are just getting started." Well, there's one thing I know for certain; I don't feel any better having done this to myself. That is something I told myself a lot this week, that it wouldn't make me feel any better, wouldn't make life better, etc.