By Lnn Moncus
Those of you who have known me for more than a few months are much aware that I have been a serious smoker for more years than some people can count – a fact of which I am not proud, but a fact, nonetheless.
Well, in January when I thought I merely had a case of flu, I put my cigarette package aside one morning and went quietly about my business. We see, hear, and read about the many crutches available to help overcome that particular habit, and we are told that no one can manage to go without their cigarettes unless they have all sorts of help. We also see ads in which people brag about being quitters and tell exactly what kind of pain they went through.
Well, I’m no quitter, but I am a rester, and I don’t need to buy all sorts of aids to replace the nicotine and to keep that craving alive. I guess we might say I am my parents’ daughter and am merely following the tradition they established. They both began resting a number of years before their deaths and just didn’t bother people with any sad stories as to how difficult their lives became. They just rested and went on about their business. They didn’t talk about craving another cigarette every minute of every day or about how difficult the resting process was because it was neither difficult nor were there major cravings.
Just now and then I kind of want to grab a cigarette from a smoker and take a puff, and now and then I may even have a cigarette just to relax and enjoy pleasant memories, but doing without cigarettes is no hardship.
Of course, the lung doctor was distraught because my lungs didn’t show major damage from all those years of being mistreated, but he already knew that not all smokers become major sufferers. Fortunately, he had a lot of common sense and just went on trying to see what he could do to get rid of one more impatient patient. He didn’t get hysterical as do some doctors while telling me that having already been without cigarettes for almost two months before our meeting should let me know that I could do without that habit. He even understood the meaning of resting and learned not to discuss the idea of quitting.
Also being around people who are smoking is no big deal. I rather enjoy their presence because they are usually relaxed, but I don’t feel that I must join them at the moment. Actually, I am more miserable when I know they are trying to avoid smoking in front of me because they are not happy campers at the moment. If I’m too weak to be around them, I should learn to avoid their company as I’d probably tend to blame them for making me want to return to that now interrupted habit.
I certainly won’t go so far as to say I feel a lot better since I began resting, but I will say that being without nicotine is no big deal. I’m glad my parents set the example and equally glad that I have been able to follow their trails.
We tend to make too much of some habits we form and apparently want to make others think we are weaklings. Well, I’m not very strong, but I can relax without having that prop in my hand. If you want to rest from a habit, you can. If you don’t, you won’t.