Today is Smoke-free Day 120. I still feel like I need a little disclaimer here, but I'll get over it eventually. I'm not crying in my soup, but I'm also not feeling like Super Woman. Somewhere in between is probably about right, anyway.
The funny thing about my little oops over the weekend is that I didn't think I'd have one of those bumps. Me? Cocky? Nah...
When I was doing the Chantix checking in with GetQuit thing daily, I did see that once in awhile they would address the idea of just getting back on track if you smoked. I thought that was great advice for everyone else who might need it, but I kept going through checking the box that I hadn't smoked. In fact, I loved that about the GetQuit program even if some of the information could be kind of hit or miss depending on the day.
Funny enough, even now that I'm on the twice a week GetQuit email check in plan (or whatever is the more concise way of saying that), I happened to get the email over the weekend.
I had to check the box that "I smoked." Now they ask whether you bought cigarettes or smoked someone else's. It's kind of a funny distinction, but I do think that it's one worth asking. I'm not sure how different the answer would have been if I'd have selected bought instead of bummed.
In case anyone wonders about checking the box but doesn't want to take the route I did to find out (not worth it, really), to my surprise, the Chantix GetQuit Police did not arrive at my door and haul me off to some place with crazy dreams or scream at me or anything. I'm not really sure what I expected to happen if I checked the box, but they just told me to keep going.
I really can't express my gratitude enough for all of the kind thoughts and support from so many of you. Really, thank you.