Today is Smoke-free Day 101.
It's funny how even though I've been blogging mostly daily since I started Chantix back on June 6, 2007, and have even tried to do little re-caps here and there, things still sneak up on me and make me wonder "just when was it that I started to notice X had changed?" I guess sometimes it's all so gradual that at first some changes go unnoticed because they are so tiny, but before you know it, the change has taken place.
For me, a wonderful change has taken place sometime since my September 14th post when I was having frequent tuggings (for new readers, those are far from cravings and even less than urges in my glossary of Maggie terms I make up as I go - see link) after tapering off Chantix (enough links in one sentence, sheesh). On that date, I'd been completely off Chantix for exactly 8 days, but I'd been feeling the increased tuggings since very shortly after dropping to the lowest dose of my taper (0.25mg - see link above). In those days, I was noticing that life was a little different being off Chantix - not terrible, mind you, just a little different and a little tougher in some small patches with more tuggings.
And now, even the tuggings seem fewer and further between.
I don't know exactly when during these past less than 2 weeks since that post that it got different, but it's different. Perhaps some of the days I just attributed it to having an absolutely wonderful time while my dear friend J was visiting and keeping too busy having too much fun to smoke, but he's been gone since about 5AM on Sunday morning. It's Wednesday. I have no tuggings. Matter of fact, yesterday, too, I had no tuggings.
As I think about it, I can't remember my last feeling of tuggings.
And so, another word is added to my ever growing glossary because I'm having what I can only describe as "whispers." Even less powerful than tuggings (which are less powerful than urges, which are far less powerful than cravings), these whispers are simply like little thoughts about smoking that are so easy to dismiss because I love where I am right now as a non-smoker. In fact, maybe because I've been blogging my butt off throughout my journey, I can perhaps pinpoint the date the tuggings became more like whispers. It was on September 15th at my friends wedding when I thought about the points of the day when I would have smoked had I still been a smoker, but it was just thoughts that didn't even really bother me or tug at me (so, not tuggings), so I guess that post is how I would define these whispers.
There is life after Chantix. I'm living it. And I'm grateful.