President Obama; Hereâ€™s How To Quit Smoking
The coughing worsened when I went jogging. I would spit out yellow things that I donâ€™t care to describe today. Then I found a marvelous solution. Cough medicine
[Publisher's Comment: On Quitting Smoking]
I would like to share with President Elect Obama my experience with smoking in the hope that it can inspire him to quit smoking as one of his New Yearâ€™s resolutions.
Many years ago I was a pack a day smoker when I was in College in Syracuse. Sometimes when I went out on Saturdays to party, I even smoked two packs a day. I also drankâ€”quite a bit then.
Then one day I realized that I had a big problem.
Whenever I woke up in the morning I would cough incessantly. It bothered my then girlfriend. The coughing worsened when I went jogging. I would spit out yellow things that I donâ€™t care to describe today.
Then I found a marvelous solution.
I started buying cough medicine. So every morning, when I woke up, I would take two table spoons of cough medicine. My coughing was controlled and I continued happily smoking. I carried my medicine with me in my book bag. I was very proud of my solution.
One day, I was completely broke, on a Friday. I would not have access to cash until the following Monday. I wondered how I would survive without food. As for cigarettes, I collected all the cigarette butts discarded around my room and lit up and smoked to the hilt, or the hilt of the hilt.
I was hungry so I collected all the pennies; from the floor, from under the bed, from drawers, from boxes, from clothing.
I went to the corner store and picked a loaf of bread and some milk and some canned sardines. But when I got to the counter and saw the packs of Dunhill Reds and the Marlboros behind the cash register; my knees buckled.
I returned the food, came back to the counter and asked for the Dunhill Red, then spread my pennies on the counter. The store owner looked at me for a couple of seconds.
"Come on man, you come here everyday," he said. "Take the cigarettes and take the food as well. Pay me next time."
I was elated. I got the food and the cigarettes; he even gave me my pennies back. I could buy more cigarettes before the week was out.
I lit up and took a deep puff. It didnâ€™t hit me until after I had walked about three or four blocks.
I had been willing to starve for an entire weekend; when it came down to it, I had picked cigarettes over nourishment.
It was only then that it dawned on me how powerful and ugly an addiction cigarettes could become. I felt utterly ashamed. I wondered how the store owner had thought about me.
Yet, I did not quit smoking on the spot. It shouldnâ€™t be done cold turkey if you ask me. I did stop buying cigarettes though, which in itself was not easy and I wrote "Last Pack of cigarettes I bought" and the date on that Dunhill pack.
Then on, I would ask people for cigarettes. But you canâ€™t ask for 20 sticks a day. Naturally my consumption declined. Soon, I found that I could go days without a cigarette and even weeks.
One day I realized Iâ€™d gone months without a cigarette. I was now in control of the situation, and not the other way around as it is for most smokers I knew.
Although I last smoked over 20 years ago, I still have some of the attributes associated with past smokers; I can smell a lit cigarette, and a smoker, from a mile away.
As a former addict, I also know itâ€™s not easy to quit, so I try not to be too judgmental. But I always share my story when I can.
I donâ€™t miss smoking; especially the yellow stuff I used to spit out and the smell that lingered on my skin and on my clothes.
Best of all, I now have no urge at all; I am in control.
No Record Exist!!