If I consider the number of cigarettes smoked the year 2010, 2009, 2008 back to 2002, my cigarette consumption decreased ten folds. But, that means nothing when you’re still lighting up, puffing and inhaling nicotine. It just makes no sense to smoke. Then why do I continue to smoke cigarettes, Newports or any brand if desparate? One shouldn’t look a Gift Horse in the mouth, I am grateful for the seven cigarettes instead of twelve, eleven or even ten cigarettes. Thank God, the United States Congress passed the law prohibiting unlevied cigarettes sold in America by the Indian Reservations. Four months ago, I was ready to picket Congress.
Today, I feel differently.

Tote No. 6


 Fridays’ the best day of the week, I believe whole heartedly.  Looking forward to this day without many cigarettes to smoke, I showered, dressed, made and drank a cup of coffee, walked my Shih Tzu.  Caught the 10:40 AM train into Manhattan and was on my way home within the hour.

It’s fun when quitting or cutting back negative behavior how everything reminds you of Cigarettes.  This is only because I could go to the bathroom without a butt.  When I existed the train, I smoked a cigarette.  When I got out of the shower I had to have a cigarette. 

 Today, I took my time, even though the nicotine psychic has powerful tentacles.  And, she pulls hard against the winds of your psychic, telling you not to smoke.  You believe you can travel into Manhattan, back to Queens, without one cigarette. You bring one cigarette for emergencies or when the tides pool against you, but if the tides don’t pool against, the trade winds of New Yorker’s do, blowing their cigarette smoke in your face and mouth. 

Quitting is a hard game, but it’s not a game.  No game when you wake up  mornings, your throat burns until you have to douse it with water to relieve the back of your throat. 

I am and have cut back my cigarette consumption.  

                   Five cigarettes smoked on this Friday, so far!

February 10,2011

For two weeks, I had given up smoking cigarettes.  I just felt compelled to not have another cigarette. I stopped.  It was refreshing to wake up in the morning and not include cigarettes in my daily To-Dos check list. 

What I remember most of that time was the extra- time involved in a smokers‘ lives.   The number of cigarette breaks smokers take at their jobs.  For two weeks, I didn’t engage in this behavior.  

My clothes didn’t smell of smoke.  My breath didn’t smell of smoke.  I didn’t have any clipped cigarette butts in an open cigarette pack, which always made my pocketbook smell like a burning building.  

During the course of the day, my breath was so very fresh.  I could breathe easily and the air fresh, even for New York City… 

Those of you who do smoke, please don’t  tell the non-smokers, we carry around extra burdens in life, which are unnecessary and leads us to a faster death.  The burden of having money to buy Cigarettes, lifted.  The burden of running to the nearest store, to buy Cigarettes, lifted.  Leaving the workplace before regularly scheduled breaks, lifted.  Ashes all around the apartment, my office desk, cigarette butts scattered around, the burden of cleaning up cigarette messes, too a burden. 

Those two weeks, I had come to enjoy and live in a smokeless world, aside from the notorious second-hand smoke, which is quite problematic was a complete and utter joy. 

Cutting back  the amount of cigarettes I smoke in the course of a day, week or month  is the option that will work best.   I don’t know what happened to make me put the cigarettes down, but I pray it will happen again. 

So for now, I will cut back, smoke less, buy less, bum less or not at all.  Cigarettes are too costly to ask people.   This behavior will lend itself to my quitting a forty-year old habit.

Thanks for listening.  I will talk with you again, tomorrow.


It was easier for me today.  I really didn’t want cigarettes, yet  I had a few available dollars,  so I purchased a few loose Newport cigarettes.   It was around 11″30 AM when I dashed outside to the store, ran up stairs, sat down in front of the television to lite my first cigarette for the day with a cup of freshly brewed coffee.  I smoked my second cigarette around 2:30 that afternoon.  And, finally the last cigarette was lite, clipped and relit around 5:30 PM. 

It wasn’t until 6:00PM that  Richard arrived home with a fresh pack of Newport cigarettes, which I had my fourth cigarette, clipped it, walked Maxium, our Shih Tzu, returning home to finish my clip that I realized my cigarette habit was finally, diminishing.  Now at 7:00 PM my cigarette consumption had dwindled down to four.  My normal cigarette intake for a day found an excess of 12 or 15 cigarettes smoked and counting. 

Consider the information given you in earlier posts, I’ve shared with you how I use to buy cigarettes from the Indian Reservation, four cartons per month, twenty cigarettes per pack, ten packs per carton, a sum of fears totalling  800 cigarettes per month consumed between two people and a few cigarette bummer.  I figure ten smokes per day is still much…  Me a smoker more than half my existence. 

A few things I will never do in this blog:  Lie about my daily cigarette consumption, tell you bloggers I have quit while still smoking.  I figure if anyone is reading my blog I will give them a fair and honest shake.  It will come to pass when I don’t have any cigarettes.  At that time, I will need the support of my blog.  Using my blog to describe how I feel, what I want to do about having no cigarettes, why am I still thinking about smoking.  Do I have enough gum.  Finding something to do to take my mind off wanting to smoke. 

Sharing these feelings, the anxiety, the stress, just might help another smoker somewhere in the world end his/her addiction to cigarettes.  This is crunch time people I will share with my readers, if any,  how not smoking and wanting to smoke affects my psychic and my emotional state of being.  All the fun, and comedic remarks will cease to exist.       

We cigarette consumers who would like to join the “Unhooked Generations” need all the support we can get.  Secondly, I’d rather cut down the number of cigarettes I smoke than go cold turkey, ending up in a hospital for a high blood pressure attack,  a stress attack, an anxiety attack or worst a stroke…  Eventually, I will  consult a doctor about quitting…   but first, I’d like to give quitting a chance.  I don’t want to take medication of any kind to quit smoking.  Perhaps, some gum or perhaps, the patch might work, might cut my cravings for Nico. 

remember, if you cannot break your cigarette habit all at once (cold turkey), try it my way.  Slow down, count how many cigarettes you smoke in a  matter of hours or within one hour.  I can hear the aahs and oohs and the “I don’t smoke more than one cigarette within an hours time.  You might not and excuse me.  I didn’t mean to imply your addicted to Nicotine, or you’re a chain smoker?  Just be more aware of how many cigarettes you smoke, and cut down.  I am counting my cigarette breaks…

I’ll give myself the chance…

Thanks for listening tonight.  Talk with you guys tomorrow…

Tote, No. 4

Tired, I am going to bed. Look forward to this day without Cigarettes… A new beginning. A day on my father’s & mother’s planet without cigarettes. How is quitting working out for You?   I have finished my last cigarettes, have no money to buy a pack.  That’s That…

Tote No. 3

Woke in a farely good mood, as usual. I prepare for Monday, even though I am not employed, Mondays are still considered a work day, in my unpublished book. My week beginnings, begin on Monday. Went through my regular day, paid bills and went to my program. I woke with three cigarettes. I gave Richard one and later bought some loose cigarettes, but all in all, I smoked five or six cigarettes for the entire day. I am definitely proud of my small yet long-time successful effort.

Tote No. 1

Waking pass noon, cannot count as not having a smoke for half a day. I woke with the same pack of cigarettes I had the following evening. My significant other and I smoked, finishing the pack around 10:30 Sunday evening. My weakness for cigarettes prevented me from going to bed without a few butts by my side, so I went to the store before it closed at 11:00pm and purchased a few loose cigarette. No, I didn’t buy the pack. This is the Start of Something Good.
I didn’t buy a pack!