Jump to full article: News24 (za), 2009-12-14
Author: Marle Bekker
Intro: What I actually wanted to share, was how in light of all the above mentioned aggravations, I (along with my very supportive husband) decided to quit smoking. For good.
So the end date was set, and we attended a stop-smoking seminar. All went well during the seminar, until we smoked our final cigarette. Things were fine until the moment I killed it. Then, panic struck and I already craved another one.
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I don't know how we are going to beat this addiction, but we will try again. We will try again and again and again, even if it takes us years to finally break free.
I don't think many people realize that this is actually an addiction like any other. There aren't any rehab centres for smoking. You can attend a workshop, but there won't be regular NA (Nicotinaholics Anonymous) meetings where you declare your progress in front of a large group of supportive ex-smokers.
Even though it's frowned upon, you can still, to some extent, smoke in public places. We as smokers will fight with our non-smoking friends over seating arrangements in a restaurant, and we will become irate if they ask us to 'not smoke' when they are in our cars.
We are only a small step away from stealing money from family members to buy our next rush.
Maybe smoking should be banned (oh, I can hear the smokers rioting already) and we should be treated like any other person who is caught with an illegal substance.
I think that we'll all be better off if we could just be rid of this stinking addiction, even though some may argue that they actually like the taste of a cigarette.
If we hadn't smoked on that fateful Thursday morning, we would have been over the worst withdrawal by now.
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