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Quitting Made Me The Bravest Person I Know

First published in August of 2009, I was reminded of this piece because today, November 15, is the Great American Smokeout . I used to hate this day back then as any addict would hate the mention of giving up their drug of choice. Happily, I wont birth this baby in a cloud of smoke (sorry Eamon).  I was my own hero then and hope I will always be.

A year and a half ago, I, Shalagh Hogan, officially stopped smoking. That’s right, I did it. I ceased to light up . I quit. And let me tell you, I was the poster child for smoking. I was the quintessential, make no apologies, completely entitled to my addiction kind of smoker. At parties, I’d be outside with my fellow smoker whom I found way more interesting than the inside people. We had tales to tell. We oozed interesting conversation… or maybe we were jacked up on nicotine and grateful just to have someone to talk to. We were united.

My smoking habit was a product of my hard-earned neuroses and soothed this as well. Of course, at age fifteen, I wanted to impress the peers and I could afford the $1.25 a pack habit with my babysitting/counter help money. I was a punk and loved the disapproval of everyone, especially my mother. One of my sister’s fondest Shalagh memories is of me emptying my purse abruptly onto a sidewalk frantically exclaiming, “I just dropped my lit cigarette in my purse”.

The thought of existence without smoking was silly. It was my comfort and my friend. When I had a baby and thought my head would pop off, it was no time to quit. And, yes, after delivering my baby, the nurse with the raspy voice mentioned that the baby might be going through nicotine withdrawal too.

And then, a sinus infection from hell that lasted from Thanksgiving 2007 through past New Year’s Day 2008, had me on my knees weeping and swearing to change if my pain would just end. The fear of never being well again as each consecutive antibiotic failed to bring back my sense of smell, had me asking myself, “What can I do to be my own hero?” I answered, “Quit smoking”.

I reread my journal to cull some truths about my habit and wrote fifteen down on slips of paper. I then put them in envelopes accompanied by five dollar bills, the cost of a pack of smokes. Then I got my apparently incompetent doctor to write me a prescription for Chantix, an anti-depressant used as a smoking cessation drug, and that was the beginning of the end. I had a quitting buddy at the same time. My new routine was to sit in a new chair with my coffee every morning and open one of those envelopes and read one of those truths (It will set you free). These were not someone else’s truths but one’s I had “coughed up” for myself. And here are a few of them:

· I don’t specifically remember any of the cigarettes I ever smoked.

· I often chose to run away for a smoke break rather than start creative projects and as an avoidance tactic.

· It’s who I used to be, not who I want to be.

· If I get through this, I’ll be the bravest person I know.

My quit date will forever be February 9, 2008.The even better news was that my husband quit three weeks later. My son has no memories of us as smokers. This is not to say, as a teenager he won’t come in contact with it. My parents were militant non-smokers but my sister and I became smokers. I’ll miss my outside friends at parties. I don’t go to that many parties anymore, however. I started running as a way to keep up my metabolism and but have neither gained nor lost any real weight. I do have pucker lines around my mouth and that is, thank goodness, the only regret I have. I made it out alive.

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4 Responses to “Quitting Made Me The Bravest Person I Know”

  1. Yellie Green Dress says:

    Yay you! Every year and day.

  2. Tania says:

    Bravo! Thankfully I worked a job right out of college that smoke breaks would’ve been frowned up so I stopped before it had gotten too bad.

    My parents stopped when I was five, together. I recently asked what made them stop and my dad said his five year old daughter came home and told him all the bad things she had learned about smoking.

    I can relate to the diversion tactics, mine was shopping and eating foods that are bad for me. We all have our things. I understand it is one of the hardest things to do, good for you!

    • Shalagh says:

      And you know I didn’t repost this because I wanted kudos. I’d quite forgotten. But it reminded me of a part of me that I had left behind. Someone who I thought I would never be without. Wait for my upcoming Monday post series. And then we’ll talk food addictions and their sources. Thanks Tania.

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