El Bandito

Great work Karl

Water, breathing. A little bit of home made meditation. Sound odd, but I get comfort from choosing not to smoke.

Great work!

Got it through playing trumpet in smokey jazz bars. Died for his art. Horrible.

Hey Joy. Welcome aboard. You seem to be doing just fine. Keep on reading and posting.

Still get it now. Just laugh and move on. In the past I smoked, now I don't. No stress. Don't sweat it.

I think that Staycation is staying at home... Across the pond they get about 15 minutes off per decade or something...

Good work. Congratulations.

Doing great Evelyn. Carry on!

Great work RF!

Been awandering...but here again

Fantastic work Evelyn. Huge congratulations on this milestone, it's brilliant! Well done! Remember, the vigilant quit survives, so Guard The Quit! Congrats!

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Nice wolf. The strength was and is, all yours. KTQ

Good work!

Hey Tyme. Hope you feel better this morning. Big crave defeated is a big battle won. Keep on keeping on!

Nice work Porky. Don't fall off.

Ricki, it's all about the result not the method. If lozenges are the best way for you, then brilliant. Crack on! I don't think that one is better than another. I do notice that successful quits are the ones where people learn about their addiction and begin to understand it. You are in the right place!

One year. 12 months. 52 Weeks. 365 Days. 8,760 hours, 525,600 minutes. 31,536,000 seconds since my quit buddy Marti smoked a cigarette. 11,000 cigarettes not smoked. Well, we think so, anyway. Quit tickers are temperamental things at the best of times and in the hands of Marti, they are nothing less than mysterious riddles. But it has been a year or so, trust me. :-) There was a time that every single second was a fight, a victory. We lived out the ferocious battle blow by blow. There was a time when it was all Marti could do to focus on pouring her life and soul into her blog, focusing on anything but lighting a cigarette. (Not read her blog? Go Do it. Now. I’ll wait.) Back? Good. Gradually - she realised that her posts helped. That her empathy gave people hope, gave them encouragement. When someone struggles, when someone wants to cry, Marti is there with a tissue. When someone needs a smile, more than anything else, they read Marti in the “Cursing thread”. The word ‘Twunt’ is, I am certain, going to be included in the Oxford Dictionary very soon. As seconds, became minutes, became hours, became days; Marti realised that not only could she do this quitting thing, she could do anything. I watched the confidence and self esteem bleed into her. Day by day the power of the quit seeped into every aspect of her life. I have watched a grey insipid smoker blossom into the powerful inspiring young woman that was always there, hidden under a cloud of smoke. There are days where Marti faces and handles more ‘stuff’ than I do in a month. Then goes to bed, gets up and does it all again. As a quit buddy - she is immense. She knows when to nudge me and when to leave me - but if I need her? She is there. Thanks QB. If someone is reading this post and can honestly say “I never read a post from Marti that resonated with me” then I tell you this, you need to read some more. Thank you for everything that you do. The fella, the girls - even old cranky are all very proud of you. Im honoured to know you' So, Marti you effing twunt - welcome to the Lido deck. White wine for you love?

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Back seat Babs, Sarah the Tiger and a shower head? Was only ever going one way. :-)

Chris. Take photos. Send them to BAKON. Simples!

You should google Top Secret Drum Corps. I'm going to see them at the Edinburgh Tattoo in August