I have been smoke free for two weeks today, and I am not missing it one little bit. I stopped smoking in my quest to lead a healthier and fitter lifestyle, and so I can live for many years to come as long as the good Lord doesn't have other plans for me.
Most people struggle with giving up smoking, I am fortunate enough that when I actually want to give up, I can do it with ease. I bet your asking how, I will get to that very soon.
As stated in a previous post, I stopped smoking 6 years ago for three and a half years, I thought it was easy then, but didn't know how I'd fair this time around. That time I did it by joining the gym, and chewing Xtra gum everytime I got a craving. I started again when I relocated back to Auckland and everyone around me was smoking, so I thought I would start again, why is beyond me, it took me a while to get use to it again after not smoking for so long. It was harsh, and tasted disgusting, but I stuck with it and it became enjoyable again. A lesson that I am not willing to repeat.
I did have a quick stint at the beginning of 2012 where I stopped smoking, but would smoke when I was having a few drinks. When the pressure of my first ever major assignment hit, I joined the smoking corner outside the library with my class mates fulltime. Not having had fully given up, it was easy to start again. About 3/4 of the way through 2012 I thought I would try again, my brother had just gotten some patches and some gum, so I asked him if I could try the gum. Yuck it was hideous, I couldn't handle the disgusting chemical taste to it (yet I could handle the chemicals in cigarettes really well), so I asked him for a patch, placed it on the side of my abdomen and headed of to work. By time I got to work I was scratching at it, within an hour of having it on, it was so itchy, I lifted up my shirt and I had a huge red itchy rash right across my abdomen, so off the patch came. I was back outside smoking on my break.
Now as you can see, I have had some successful attempts at giving up smoking and some not so successful attempts. Do you want to know what the difference between success and failure is for me? It was the fact that if I really wanted to give up smoking, then I could do it, if I didn't really want to give up, well then I didn't. If you really want to give up smoking, you won't just talk about it, you will actually do it, it's like anything in life - if you actually want it bad enough then you will do it, you won't make excuses such as "I'll give up next week", or "One more pack won't hurt", or "But I need a ciggie with a drink, they go together". Wanting to give up is the key.
Even if you really want to give up smoking, you will still experience cravings, and the cravings will do one of two things, either make you carry on smoking, or make you eat A LOT MORE than you normal would and you'll end up piling on the kilo's. What if I told you that I know how to give up, eat as much .you want, not put any kilo's on, and lessen the effects of your cravings, and shorten the duration that you have them for. It's true, I have used this method twice now in giving up smoking, but you also have to want to give up smoking.
You need to give yourself some positive self talk for the first day, this will happen for the first few days, and as each day passes, and every morning you wake up you need to celebrate and congratulate yourself on going another day without a cigarette. Along with the positive self talk, the main factor that is going to lessen your cravings, and have them 95% disappear within two weeks of stopping smoking, mostly within the first week, is healthy eating. Eat mainly fruit and veggies, and drink tonnes of water. By doing this, you are detoxing all the toxins out of your body super fast. Have plenty of fruit and veggies on hand, as you are going to want to eat, and eat as much as you want, especially vegetables. You will also need protein with lunch and dinner to fill you up, I ate eggs and chicken/beef, I would either have an omelette filled with veges or scrambled eggs with veges at lunch, and chicken or beef with either a salad or lots of fresh steamed veges for dinner. On the days that I did not have eggs for lunch, but opted for a salad instead, I would be really hungry about an hour afterwards, so I would eat about half a cup of natural unroasted and unsalted nuts - I recommend the Tasti Natural Nuts multi pack which can be found in your muesli bar or nut section of your super market. My rule was to stick to consuming foods that had been created by nature, and not by man in some factory somewhere.
I also joined the gym and started daily exercise. I wasn't only stopping smoking, I was changing my lifestyle completely for the better. The exercise contributed to an even faster detox rate, rather than just healthy eating alone. It also gave me the energy to keep busy about the house during my spare time, as when you give up smoking, your hands need to be kept busy, which meant I needed to be moving and not sitting all the time. Distraction, distraction, distraction, keep your mind busy from thinking about cigarettes.
8 days into stopping smoking I had my first drink with my boys paternal great uncle when he came around for a visit. Because my body had been detoxing, I did not enjoy the beer, and it took me a long time to drink it. It also started up my cravings, they weren't that strong, but the old habit of wanting a ciggie with a drink, especially as my boys uncle was sitting there having a cigarette, was dying a slow death. I pushed through it, and went and got myself a drink of water and felt better.
My next test came at day 11, it was a family celebration for my Nana's birthday. It was only a small celebration over dinner, and my Grandad pulled out a couple of bottles of kiwifruit wine that he had home brewed. I took up his offer of a glass with dinner, and was absolutely fine. Not one craving, I ended up having three glasses that night, perhaps it was the fact that we were eating and talking which kept my cravings at bay, but I did not feel like a cigarette at all.
Here I am with day 14 almost over. I cannot remember when my last craving was to be exact, but it hasn't been in the last 2 days, I actually don't even really think about smoking. I feel like I did before I started smoking once again, it feels like I haven't been a smoker for a while. If you are a smoker and want to give up, I suggest filling your body with nutrients from nature to help fight those cravings, and remember that you can do it, and you will feel so much better for it. After a week your sense of smell and taste would have heightened tenfold to what they were when you were a smoker. You can and you will do it, if you want to do it!!
I bet we can all relate to this one way or another, it's a short clip on a day in the life of a single parent
"When you hit rock bottom, you have nowhere to go but up"
Don't hate her because she is Justin Biebers Mum! Pattie Mallette is a very inspirational single parent. She has struggled through life since she was barely out of nappies. Life has thrown her more than her fair share of challenges including repeated sexual abuse, drug addiction, suicide, poverty and depression. Pattie's story is one that is filled with pain and sorrow, but becomes so very inspirational. I read Pattie's book 'Nowhere but Up' over the Christmas break. I had already heard about her past from an interview I had watched a couple of years ago, from watching that interview and seeing how placid, humble and normal she was, I was inspired. If your life can go from the lows of the lows to the highs of the highs, then I still have hope yet. We all know how challenging single parenting is, I recommend that you either read Pattie's book, or watch her interview....... you will be inspired!
Excerpt from NOWHERE BUT UP;
"For years this disconnect had me convinced I was adopted, because I always felt like I didn’t belong.
Every now and then something would drive that powerful feeling to the surface and I’d go on a rampage. I remember one time in my teens when I frantically searched the house for a piece of evidence— anything that would confirm I was adopted. I had convinced myself my birth mother was somewhere out there. Maybe she was even looking for me.
I threw open every cupboard in the kitchen, rattling the glasses and china like an aftershock. I opened and slammed shut desk and dresser drawers throughout the house. There had to be something somewhere. Just one measly document. I rummaged through closets, tossing aside old shoes, musty sweaters, and dusty boxes of God-knows-what. I turned the house upside down that day like a narc looking for drugs.
With an unexplained desperation, I finally cried to my mom, “I know I’m adopted! Stop lying to me. Just tell me where the papers are. I know it’s true.”
My mom must have thought I was nuts. “Stop it,” she begged. “What are you talking about?” She grabbed a pair of photos and shoved them in my face, comparing our baby pictures side by side. “You look just like me! Why would you even think you’re adopted?” But I couldn’t stop thinking about it. And I couldn’t calm down. Something in me was still convinced I didn’t belong. This was not my home. She was not my mother.
Damaging feelings don’t just show up out of nowhere. They’re birthed from experiences, from moments that wield the power to shape us. Sometimes we can’t even recognize the magnitude of those pivotal events until years later.
When my dad left us, it ripped a hole in my heart—one that began filling with thoughts and feelings that would challenge and ultimately damage my identity and self-worth. The wound of being abandoned travels deep and forever changes you.
Even today I can still close my eyes and feel the emotional chaos that marked my heart when he walked out. I was only two when my dad left, but I still remember it vividly, as if it happened yesterday. In fact, it’s my earliest childhood memory."
Full Circle Interview with Pattie Mallette
I will warn that this interview has a lot of content about God for those who are not religious. I looked pass this though to hear her story.
I am on day two of no smoking, and it hasn't been too bad. I have to constantly keep myself busy, which is kind of coming naturally. Since I'm not smoking, one of the methods that stop me from noticing the cravings to badly is by keeping my hands busy. I keep on cleaning, pottering around the house cleaning this, cleaning that, folding washing which is one of my pet hates, and I have been spending a lot of time cutting up and preparing vegetables and fruit for my natural diet. I am doing quite well even if I do say so myself.
I have been to the gym ever day so far, I have been feeling really tired by time late afternoon arrives, but I know it will only be temporary. I have also gone back to sleeping at least 8 hours a night and it being unbroken, uninterrupted sleep, where in the last few weeks of Uni, I had been averaging about 5 hours sleep a night. I am someone who does not function on less than 7 hours sleep, so those last few weeks with trying to get 5 assignments completed were a huge struggle to say the least. But here I am, the changes starting to be evident and keeping me on track.
To defy cravings, which I must admit have not been too bad, I have been eating a lot of carrot sticks. Carrot sticks with lemon, herb and garlic yogurt sauce, and carrot sticks with guacamole. I have substituted mayonnaise with yoghurt, and it just isn't the same. Where I once loved my lemon, herb and garlic mayo, it is now just bitter and not so rewarding - one of the dietary changes that I will just have to get used to. However I love guacamole, and have been eating carrot sticks and guacamole daily. I have even started eating celery sticks with it, and I hate celery, my taste buds are changing. I have not had any sugar past my lips in the past four days, and I can notice the difference. I am definitely getting those extra servings of fruit and vege this week.
Lemon, herb and garlic yogurt sauce recipe
1 Cup of Natural plain unsweetened yogurt
The juice from one lemon (or 1.5 Table spoons of vinegar)
2 Tablespoons of dried herbs of your choice (mixed herbs, or I used oregano and parsley)
1 clove of garlic finely diced
1 Teaspoon of melted honey
Mix all ingredients together, and let sit for 15 minutes before stirring again and serving.
Serve with vegetable sticks, crackers or bread.
(if you are not on a natural diet like myself, then swap the yogurt for mayonnaise, omit the honey, and this recipe is delish)
1 Ripe avocado
1 Clove of garlic finely diced
1/4 of a red onion finely diced
Juice of one lemon (or 1 tablespoon of vinegar)
1 small chilli fine diced (optional)
Salt and Pepper to season
Add to a bowl the avocado, and mash. Add the rest of the ingredients and mix well. Poor into a serving dish.
Serve with vegie sticks, corn chips, or crackers.
Being my first week off from Uni means the stress levels have come down, and it is about time I tackled a couple of my vices and made some changes. I got abhorrently drunk at my end of Uni drinks on Friday night, I knew I would as I needed a blow out after all the stress build up from having five assignments due all within the space of a week (sometimes you wonder if the lecturers really do want you to pass?). I very rarely go out as I have my boys fulltime, and quite frankly I am quite over the pubs, bars and clubs scene, I am enjoying my nanarism and at this age getting off your tit has nasty consequences the next day.
So I polished of my bottle of wine, had a few more bottles of beer and chain smoked through a pack of cigarettes, and it brought me to one mother of a hangover on Saturday. A sore head, dashes to the bathroom to bring up the last bit of water I had drunk to try and keep myself hydrated, luckily I had no children home and could spend the day recovering. As I lay dying in bed, I swore to myself and I swore to God, that I was never drinking alcohol ever again, the same old story that we all do when we are trying to recover from a hangover. I made a pact with myself that now that Uni was over, it was time that I started putting sometime into me and improving my lifestyle. It was time to give up smoking and eating crap food, time to start exercising and eating right, and clearing the fog out of my brain that had inhibited it over the past month of assignments, crap food, and lack of sleep. It was time for change.
Approximately 6 weeks ago, a new gym opened up locally that I had been waiting to open since March last year. As I had been on the waiting list for it to open, I was contacted when they had their opening date to organise a pre-signup deal. Off I went and signed up, but their opening date fell in the first weekend of the school holidays which meant I could not start until my boys were back at school, or that was the excuse I told myself. The school holidays came and went, and then the pressure of the final few weeks of Uni mounted. I had huge amounts of study, assignment writing and group meetings to attend. I never made it to the gym.
Yesterday being Monday and the start of a new week, I decided it was time to start at the gym. The usual nagging of excuse finding littered my brain, but it was time. If I was serious about making change, then I had to start now. On Sunday night I texted my friend Rob whom attends the same gym to find out if he was going for a work out, he was, so we made a time to meet at mine at 9.30am Monday morning.
Monday morning I was nervous, I hadn't been to the gym for about a year and a half, and I had piled on the weight. And unfortunately for us larger people, the majority of people who attend the gym are fit good looking people. I weighed myself once I had risen for the morning, as weighing yourself in the morning before anything passes your lips gives for a more consistent weight reading. I looked at the scales; a whopping 86kgs, I was officially the biggest I have ever been, even heavier than when I was 9 months pregnant with each of my sons. I remembered one of my colleagues from when I was on my Fieldwork Placement earlier in the year, who had also undergone the same degree as I, stating that on average her and her class mates had put on 12kgs throughout the 3 years of the degree. I had said in return that there was no way I could afford to put on that amount of weight, and here I was not far from it.
Monday was the start to a healthier lifestyle, I also had decided to start my diet of natural foods. I was to only eat food that was made by nature, and not in some factory somewhere. This diet consists of eating fruit, vege, nuts, legumes, seeds, healthy oils such as extra virgin olive oil and coconut oil, meat from grassfed animals, chicken and seafood, the gifts from mother nature that provide all the nourishment that our bodies need. There was to be no processed man made foods, I knew if I was to get healthier and lose weight then I had to stick to this diet, and I knew that it wasn't going to be easy.
After weighing myself, I went downstairs and woke my boys up to get ready for school. I normally skip breakfast, eat a banana or grab something once I get to Uni which is normally the gorgeous sushi from the local sushi shop. I made us all porridge for breakfast, which my eldest loves, and the youngest likes it when it suits him. I gave the boys a light sprinkling of brown sugar over their porridge and milk, whilst I kept to plain porridge and milk which I have eaten plain for a longtime before the decided lifestyle change. Half an hour later we piled into the car for the school drop off, when my eldest reminded me that they had cross country that morning at school. Ok, it looked like I wasn't going to the gym at 9.30am, so I thought I would ask Rob if he minded going to watch the kids cross country, he worked at the schools afterschool care program so I didn't think he would be too fussed. When I arrived home, he had arrived and was waiting for me. I put the cross country past him and he agreed to go and watch before heading to the gym. I'm glad that we did watch, as my eldest came in third for the year 6 boys, and my youngest came in fourth for the year 1 boys, another proud mama moment - I was rapt. I also have a little sister whom is four months older than my eldest (we have different fathers, and is another story for a different day), and who also attends the same school, she came in sixth for the year 6 girls, so I was also very proud of her.
Cross country over, and we were heading for the gym. The nerves started to kick in, I don't know why, but they did. I told Rob that he had to take it easy on me, I hadn't exercised in a long long time, he laughed and agreed. We started on the treadmill, I made the pace a few notches slower than what I used to have it at when I had worked out previously. 20 minutes down, and we moved on to the weight machines. I know to burn fat faster, you have to build muscle, so I went with doing two reps of 10 on each machine. Afterwards, we headed back to the treadmill for another 15 minutes, then over to the mat area to do some abdominal exercises. I said to Rob that I hated planking, and was hopeless at it, he agreed with the dislike and we decided to have a competition to see who could plank the longest. I knew that I was about to get my butt kicked as Rob is quite fit and frequents the gym on a regular basis, but if it was going to add a little bit of fun to planking then I was all for it. Rob started his timer on his phone, I was expecting to last 20 seconds, I was shaking like crazy and felt a little wobbly, my poor body started aching, Rob called out 45 seconds and dropped. Oh my gosh, I had just beaten him, I couldn't believe it! Neither could he, so he called for a rematch. "Ok, lets go again then" I said, I felt a bit more confident this time. "One minute, stop" Robbed called out when we had reached a minute, and then he dropped, I had beaten him again! And boy did I give him some cheeky stick, he came back with the excuse that it had hit a minute and he said stop so I had not beaten him, I guess it was a blow to the male ego to have the fat girl beat him, but it was the boost I needed to get me into the fitness mode. We did our stretches and headed home.
Today is a new day and the start to kicking my disgusting smoking habit. I was out of ciggies, and did not want to buy anymore. I had started my healthy eating yesterday, and was feeling good from that and the gym. My friend Claire, and her 2 year old daughter were coming over for a visit after lunch. Claire smokes also, so I knew I would most probably end up having a ciggie.
I headed to the gym in the morning with Rob again, and bumped into one of my class mates there. Yay, I knew someone else who was attending the same gym, someone else I could talk to while working out to make it less boring. As it is with me, if my brain is distracted while I am exercising, then I don't really notice the challenge of exercise, but when it's not distracted I notice it, and I start making excusing to myself to shorten whatever exercise I am doing, I'm very good at self sabotaging at times.
During Claire's visit I had two ciggies, I thought that it was ok and that I would start a fresh tomorrow. When she offered me a third one, I thought no I don't need it, I will be ok. I didn't tell her I was giving up, as I don't like telling people in advance in the case that I don't follow through.
So here I am on Tuesday night, about to head off to bed. I haven't had a cigarette since 2.30pm, and I have come to the conclusion that I won't be having another one. I gave up smoking 6 years ago for 3 and a half years, and started again when I relocated back to Auckland 2 and a half years ago as everyone else around me was smoking so I thought what the hell why not join them - it was one of the stupidest things I have ever done. I learn from my mistakes, and that is not one I am likely to make again. When I gave up 6 years ago, I did it because I actually didn't want to smoke, and as I really didn't want to smoke, it was not hard to do. Over the past two years I have quite often played with the idea of giving up smoking, but I never wanted to give up, so I didn't. This time round, I actually don't want to smoke, so I know that the last cigarette I had today, will be the last one that I ever have addicted to nicotine. Thank goodness for carrot sticks, bananas and nuts that have gotten me pass the urges tonight.
Change is in the air, and change is happening! My life is about to change for the better, join me as I blog my journey.
What to write and where to start? There is a lot I can write about, there is a lot I want to write about, but I think I will start with a brief summary of my self and situation, that way you can build a picture.
I am in my early 30's and have been a single parent for many many years. I have my two beautiful crazy son's, whom I love to absolute bits, but they can and do drive me batty at the best of times. There is no denying it, single parenting is one hell of a crazy, emotional, challenging and rewarding journey. I have my boys fulltime, and am a single parent in every sense - I am not in a relationship, and my boys father is inactive in their lives due to his own choice. They see him a couple of times every year, more often than not at family occasions, but he just doesn't seem interested in being a parent, he's more like an uncle that they don't really know all that well. There are a lot of stories that come off of that, but they can be told at a later date.
I am currently a fulltime student, and have just finished my 2nd year of a 3 year degree. I am studying towards being a social worker/community developer, with community development as my main career focus, with having the security of social work to fall back on when jobs are scarce in com dev. With the exception of parenting on my own, studying has been the most challenging thing I have ever done, especially since the challenge increases when you are a parent. I have had many times where I've hit the wall and wanted to throw it all in, but it is something that I have to do to make a better life for my children, giving up is just not a possibility. I am proud of myself for how far I've come, and I am ecstatic that next year will be my last year - I'm on the home run to getting my degree!! I take my hat off to any single parent out there who goes through a course of study, it is not easy - far from it, but it is so worth it. To break through the bounds of financial restraint will open up a whole new world for us, financial stress is a horrible burden that many of us carry, but rise above it we can and shall!!
I am very fortunate to have supportive family around me. I live in Auckland, a born and bred westie - the Waitakere's will always run through my blood, and I have my family support base in West Auckland also. I few years back, my boys and I relocated down to Tauranga for a couple of years. It's was a fantastic journey that took me on a discovery to finding me, who I was, and what I wanted from life. I also learnt how difficult it was being a single parent without family support around, and how much the community lacked support for single parents. Seeing the need, I set up a support group for single parents, through which I found my passion for community work, and some fantastic friendships were formed. If you do not have support from family around you, it is important to have a base of solid friendships with good people, they will become your family support and you and your children will thrive from it.
Relocating back to Auckland saw me leave that fantastic journey behind, but from it I brought this website with me. It has been a work in progress (very slow progress), and it is one of my goals to use its valuable resourcefulness to it's full potential to link single parents to support networks in their areas, as well as having this as a fantastic online support base. I really encourage you to participate in our forums, the more who use the forums, the more everyone can get from them. An upside to using the forums instead of Facebook groups is that you can remain anonymous with your postings. With anonymity there is no chance that your ex, or others close to him will be able to identify you. Create yourself a profile and get posting!
This has been a quick post, and I'm feeling tired, so will end with this; Remember who you are and where you've come from, keep the good and shake off the bad, your future has not yet been set in stone, take forth the good and ride the journey; only you can truly determine who you are!
Hi I'm Chon, I am in my early 30's and I have two wonderful boys who are 12 and 7 years old. I have just completed my degree as a fulltime student, as well as being a fulltime parent, and now I am in job search mode. I have decided to blog my journey to not only help myself, but to help others out there in similar situations. In solidarity we grow, not only in strength, but in mind and heart!