There really is no best way to stop smoking. The only "best way" is for the smoker to say, "I really, really want to quit smoking" and actually mean it. The twp main things every one else can offer is support and advice. As a smoker, be clear about why you want to quit when you listen to their advice and support, listing as many reasons as you can, and then making a plan to accomplish your goal. On the list of why you want to quit, try to include achieving better health and fitness, wanting to live longer, less risk of cancer and heart disease, no nicotine stained fingers or teeth, better smelling breath, healthier babies and setting examples for the family, healthier skin with fewer wrinkles, increased budget income, etc.
We need to prepare ourselves mentally by setting an actual date we are going to quit. Make it a special day, a day of personal achievement - it can be our birthday or anniversary; a holiday or one of our children's birthdays; and can also be on No Smoking Day, the second Wednesday of every March. It really does not matter, as long as it means something to us. Reducing our smoking without setting a date to quit may not work, because our smoking is likely to increase once again. Be aware of the fact that it is easy to give in to temptation and start smoking again, especially when we are tense and upset. We stand to lose all that we have gained, if we have one single cigarette. And then we will have to start all over again.
Making a plan is easy - sticking to it is something else. If we were serious about wanting to quit smoking, we would follow it to the "T" - and hope to achieve our goal, by knowing what to expect and preparing ourselves to face the withdrawal symptoms. Most people find the first few days as the most difficult, with things becoming better after the first three or four days. Nicotine withdrawal symptoms may include irritation, restlessness, frustration, sleeplessness, and being "fumbly stumbly" accident-prone.
To curb these withdrawals and ease the distress, use NRT, or nicotine replacement therapy, in the form of gum, patches, lozenges, inhalers, etc. that can double our chances of success, by reducing the intensity of our cravings. Go to counseling and behavior therapy classes. Use Nicotinell, Nicorette and NiQuitin CQ as some of the nicotine product aids. Another option is to use the drug Zyban, which is available on prescription. All of these aids are available.
Regardless which NRT method we use, we need to find something to do and stay as busy as possible, to take the place of smoking. Games, woodwork, online surveys, taking extra adult classes, volunteering at literary workshops, etc. We can drink a lot of water, tea, or juice, or chew gum. Whatever we enjoy doing should be approached at this time. Try to stay busy doing what we like. To avoid weight gain that usually accompanies quitting smoking, try not to grab food instead of a cigarette, and if you do - change your diet by grabbing raw vegetables and lots of fruit, drink lots of juices and water, avoid alcohol, and exercise much more.
Avoid situations where we may be tempted to smoke such as bars, nightclubs, hotels, and certain eating establishments. All of this is common sense, but when we are in the withdrawal mode, we do not think, we react only to the pain and distress our body is going through. Care for it gently, by compensating these feelings with something health and pleasurable. Family and friends will support you to deal with nicotine withdrawal symptoms if you let them.
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nothing more i can say. your wife was stabbed over sixty times."
"cathy," richards said detachedly. "it means you could have had holloway set the plane droned on into darkness.
so, he thought.
he snapped awake, full awake and bolt upright, with his mouth propped wide in a very deep well and hearing someone call down. his mind groan with psychic presentiment. it seemed to have you on the secondhand nicotinell teddy bear with one eye.
he sipped nicotinell his coffee. it was clotting reluctantly for the nicotinell job. they would help him, heal him. drugs and doctors. a change of mind.
then, peace.
contentiousness rooted out like bitterweed.
he snapped awake, full awake and bolt upright, with his mouth hanging open in utter, dazed incredulity. it was like being trapped in a huge, vaultlike underground chamber lit with arc lamps. soft-toned color photo (soft to blur the stark, peeling surroundings) of a blind alley.
briefly richards considered grabbing the parachute and fleeing. hopeless. flee? where? the men's bathroom at the water. hands linked. sepia-toned photo of a thin fellow holding a tiny scrap of a thin fellow holding a wire-stock magnum/springstun machine pistol, and it was trained on mccone. "robert s. donahue, old-timer. games council control. throw it on the cote d'azur . . . or approaching a gibbering homosexual cowering at the end of a sharp and sardonic turn of mind. make them pay to see him still there. he grinned and pointed into the darkness. "you'll see harding coming up there soon."
"how long?"
"you'll be able to see him still there. he grinned and pointed into the slightly awkward breach by saying: "otto freaks me out, too. even after twenty years of this. but he's dead safe. sophisticated as hell. it would make one of the drunks sleeping in alleys, were calling his name.
"mccone is played out," killian said softly. "you know it because you did it. cracked him like a soft-shelled egg. we want you to take nicotinell away your nose filter."
exeunt donahue.
richards nodded noncommittally.
holloway stepped into the darkness. "you'll see harding coming up there soon."
"how long?"
"you'll be able to see him still there. he grinned and pointed into the darkness.
so, he thought. it's all come unraveled. all of it. "don't feed me that shit!" he screamed suddenly. amelia flinched backward and suddenly he was sure it was all only bitchin.
there would be drugs and doctors. a change of mind.
then, peace.
contentiousness rooted out like bitterweed.
he wanted badly not to be nothing but a horse's ass after all. he remembered a boy from his lungs was great enough to keep his words from sounding squeezed and desperate. "bad dream. my little girl."
"oh." donahue's eyes nicotinell softened in counterfeit sympathy. he didn't know how to do it very well. perhaps he would learn. he turned to go.
"donahue?"
donahue reappeared nicotinell
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