Susana

There are moments when it helps me to think of my addiction (which is ME) as a different entity. So I can visualise it, make it physical, and exorcise it. I feel my cravings on the top of my stomach. Like a churning feeling that goes up and makes me physically weak and tearful. Then I visualise a little tapeworm-like monster turning and twisting in there, asking for food and getting none. It doesn´t bite or hurt or anything, it is just an uncomfortable feeling, to have a little monster inside. But I know if I starve it it get weaker and weaker by the day, until one day it will die. This strategy has always helped me beat physical cravings. If the mind is strong nothing can stop you.

Well done Marti! Thank you for sharing your positiveness! :good:

I will not smoke today. Smoking is not an option. N.O.P.E. :dance4:

Whoahahahahaha! You wish! Miaow! Let me in.... pleeeeeezeeeee...

Yeah... Soberjulie... I wasn´t registered until this week, so couldn´t check members. I did miss their posts but maybe I wasn´t looking in the right places... now I see they stopped posting or even said a farewell, and some of these people have been very important to me and I did get somewhat attached to them... I´m bad at farewells but I´m even worse at non-farewells ...

that, that :good:

Ladybug, Soberjulie... Is anybody in touch with them? If so please PM me. Or don´t PM me. I just want to send her a hug and say thank you.

And some of these are spooky too... watched in conjunction with the other post it is rather amusing... :P http://www.sadanduseless.com/2014/06/awkwardly-sitting-cats/

Some of these are a bit spooky, mind you... http://www.sadanduseless.com/2014/06/cats-standing-up/

Thanks. Got juice. Grape. The fermented variety. I´m OK tonight, so will keep it for tomorrow night.

At last! I did it. I´m done. I quit. It´s been around 8 hours and I´m going to bed soon. My first nosmo day will be tomorrow. Full moon Saturday. Jimmy´s birthday. So far so good. I usually glide gracefully with a smile in my face through the first 48 hours and then feel flat on my face. Maybe this time it is different. One day at a time. There is no other way. So I´ve been smoke-free for around 8 hours and I´m going to bed with a feeling of accomplishment. N.O.P.E. :dance4: :dance4: :dance4: <------ that is the "climb the rope" dance.

Hi Marti!!! Thanks for thinking of me! For the last two days I´ve been down with some cold. Normal at this time of the year when there is 30 C outside and on the bus they have the aircon at -15 C Other than that... I´m 6 hours INNNNNNNN! :dance2: :give_heart: Thank you, guys.

Sleepy cat 1

OK. I tried one just like those in the pic. ElliptiGO! They had to shorten the handlebar, as I´m just 1.60cm. The rest of the bike is the same for everybody. Very good. The only coordination required was to actually get on and start going. When I tried it I was hungover so I blame it on that :wacko: Once you go... you GO!. Super-fun. No impact, easy exercise (or exorcise indeed). You are looking at where you are going so you kind-of forget you are "riding an elliptical", which is exactly what it is. Easy to maneouvre, just like a "normal" bike. The only "con" is that you have to stay on the road (or the promenade in my case), no off road or rough terrain. You need to have a good network of safe paved roads around your house to be able to enjoy one of these. They do go fast. When I jumped down, and until today (that was Tuesday), my legs wobbled, and my thighs are sore. But... it is an elliptical! 100% recommend you try it if you resent the "torture" bit of the elliptical torture machine. This is so fun that you don´t realise you are working out. :good:

Can somebody bump it for me please? I have a couple of really funny pics to post :girl_crazy: :superstition: <------- Bakon

OMG! I saw this and I thought of you... :P

I cherished smoking dreams. They did keep me aware of what it would feel like to ruin it. And the realisation that it hadn´t happen was soooo uplifting! And ruining it DOES feel like that in reality. Or worse, even. Thank you for sharing your insight in such an honest way. That post helped me. Thank you.

I didn´t know where to post this, please mods feel free to move this post to wherever it belongs... maybe it is just a vent :girl_cray2: So... I´ve been quiet because I was mega-busy. I tested the elliptical bikes yesterday, which was great, and on my way home I found a puppy. He looks very grown up in the pic, but it was a tiny bouncy floppy thingy. Really sweet. Very obedient and well trained. So I spent last evening walking him around the urbanisation, hoping that his family would be looking for him or somebody would recognise him. I missed the World Cup match. I walked miles and miles and he walked alongside me. Bless him. Nothing. He spent the night in my porch. Didn´t make a noise all night. Happy with his cushion and his company (Molly, my vicious cat, who slept on a chair by his cushion). So today we had to go to the police to report it (he is a Staffordshire, a "potentially dangerous" breed), to the vet to check whether he had a chip (he didn´t, 4 months is too young anyway), I hung posters, I bought him a bone, I took him to the doggy park to see how he behaved with other dogs... And somebody recognised him at the doggy park. His name is Duque and he belongs to a woman one block away from my house. So I handed him over with a smile. I can´t possibly have a dog. My schedule is manic. I´m hardly at home. That´s why I have two cats. I dislike doggy smell. I dread having to pick up poop in full view of everybody. Dogs lick. Dogs are messy. My garden and porch are filthy after just 24 hours... so... Why on earth am I crying my eyes out? I was doing great yesterday. I will pick myself up tomorrow. I have a busy day tomorrow. Busy is good (keeps my mind away from smoking). But the in-between is hard. On my way to bed anyway. I behaved like a big girl today but I´m crying my eyes out and I needed to tell somebody. Mierda! :cray:

(((((((((((((((Holski))))))))))))))))) :give_heart: I´m proud of you, my old friend.

Yep. Me. I may. I can´t believe I feel this crap (hungover) and still smoking. Addiction. I can´t wait to finish work (the inheritance of a man that died from smoking), ride the bike to the beach, and jump in the sea. I may cool down a bit and regain the energy to kick this bastard nicodemon right in the butt with all my strength. Nasty horrible piece of work :cray:

I´m trying one of these contraptions this afternoon... has anybody tried it? (how happy these two look!)

You are nuts. And it is contagious. Frez used to be solid and decent and proper and look at her now.... :P Googling "cooter" with a certain feeling of unease :girl_sad: Edited to add: I googled it, and it is a place in Missouri http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cooter,_Missouri I don´t know why I thought it would be something "funny".

What you give you shall receive! :air_kiss: