You’re thinking about giving up smoking. Well, not giving it up entirely, perhaps, but at least cutting down on the number of cigarettes you smoke each day. You've opened this book, at any rate, because you're somewhat uneasy about the reports linking smoking with several serious and unpleasant diseases. Or because you've heard that smokers tend to die at an earlier age than non-smokers.
Or maybe it's because you awaken in the morning sounding as if you had swallowed a fistful of gravel. Or because that persistent cough your dog recognizes when you're a block away is not exactly your idea of an endearing trademark. Or perhaps your mate complains that you snore-yes, you-and that it's all because of too much you-know-what. And maybe it's because you're just plain tired of being told that all your ills come from excessive smoking. Besides, suppose they do!
One thing, however, is almost certain. Before you opened this book, you thought about-and probably even tried-breaking the cigarette habit. Perhaps you did get through a few tobacco-free days, weeks, months or years-and yet here you are again. You still burn up a pack or two or three a day. You've found the truth behind the old joke-anyone can stop smoking; the trick is not to start again.
Your most recent attempt to quit was very likely a bust. I assume this only because I used to be the sort of chain smoker who swore off cigarettes once or twice a year, and I still remember my "withdrawal symptoms" ruefully and vividly.
I Could Always Stop Smoking for an Hour
Within an hour of my earnest decision to stop smoking, I began to itch for a smoke, and that powerful desire would never subside or fade. When the phone rang, when a visitor came to my office or home, when I ran into a momentary work problem, when I was at a party, even when I first opened my eyes in the morning-I thought of a cigarette. Contrary to the wonders promised to follow my emancipation from nicotine, I did not sleep better, my food did not taste better, my thoughts were not clearer, I did not feel more vigorous-I was, in essence, 165 pounds of body and mind almost exclusively devoted to thinking about the cigarette I wanted but could not have.
In the fine tradition of people who have given up smoking, I gained weight whenever I would stop smoking. In order to substitute something for the cigarettes I craved, I chewed gum at the rate of about three packages a day (which, after all, added only 60 calories) and kept some gumdrops at my desk (but they're only 30 calories each). And as a substitute activity during moments at the dinner table that might otherwise have been occupied by tapping a cigarette from the pack, lighting it, puffing it, flicking ashes from it, putting it in and taking it from the ashtray, and finally stubbing it out, I ate a little more bread than usual at lunch and dinner. (But those extra rolls and slices of toast and even the larger-than-usual desserts didn't add more than 300 extra calories daily.)
How Those Calories Add Up!
However, since it takes only 3,600 extra calories (whether in a day, a week or a year) to add one extra pound of fat, I gained. I gained, to be precise, at the rate of about two pounds a week. Soon the tailor had to open seams and shift buttons . . . and then when even my "expanded" wardrobe became uncomfortably tight, I simply started smoking again. "Anyone knows," I explained to myself in justification, "that it's worse for a man in his fifties to be heavy than it is for him to smoke".
While all this was going on-the unfulfilled desire, the gaining of weight-I was neither a particularly endearing companion nor a productive co-worker. How could I be? If you tie the most rollick some pup in the world just far enough from a bowl of food for him to see the dish but not taste its contents, hell rapidly become a barking, yapping, whining, snarling, jumping, lip-curling cur. Cigarettes were eternally on view for me-but, so to speak, "out of reach." So I barked and snarled and growled.
Not until the day you stop smoking do you realize that we live in a world of cigarettes. In our newspapers and magazines and on television we see strong young men and radiant girls smiling and smoking, dancing and smoking, skiing and smoking, finding sweet love at the seaside while smoking. In real Me, as we walk on streets and into rooms, we instantly detect the provocative tang of cigarette smoke. Posters, billboards, the movie screen, the stage, our radios, the advertising cards in our buses-these all remind us of the fun of lighting up and puffing. On planes, the passengers obediently light cigarettes on signal. So not only could I see and smell the cigarettes I denied myself-I was surrounded by them. I jittered and jangled-and I’ll bet that you did, too!
Why Go Through the Torture?
Ridiculous! Really, this is ridiculous. If it's that painful to give up smoking, it's just not worth it. And I'm not being sarcastic. I mean it. Most of us have enough to worry us, enough pressures already on us, enough real and immediate knots to unravel about ourselves and our families and our work and our world so that it's just plain foolish to add one more enormous difficulty to our days and nights.
But suppose you could really give up cigarettes for the rest of your life without all that pain? Suppose you could find a way not to itch for the next cigarette, not to focus on tobacco and smoke, not to be whipped about emotionally by the incessant sight of smokers and smoking, not to gain extra pound after extra pound. Then it would be a good thing to stop, wouldn't it?
This can happen. It can happen so easily that others may not even notice the change for days. You're about to learn the painless way to stop smoking and break a dangerous and painful habit.
In return, you will have to keep your end of the bargain. I will ask you to do three things:
Please do not turn to the end of the book first.
Please do not try to apply any of the ideas in the book until you come to them in their natural order.
And please do not set an unrealistic target date to stop smoking. You will not stop smoking tomorrow by reading this. You won't stop smoking for perhaps ten days or two weeks. Until that target date, you may even light up a few more cigarettes than you normally would. But on the realistic day of your choice, you will be through with smoking.
And it won't hurt a bit.
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