nicotine and abstinence
A good remedy to combat nicotine abstinence and drink plenty of water, you read that right, drinking about 2 litres of water per day, all nicotine toxins are eliminated, 2 / 3 days will not be physically more employees from nicotine.The problem is how to deal with the psychological dependence “want” to smoke a cigarette, holding a cigarette between your fingers, a behavior sometimes obsessive compulsive, which has the most smokers.
Being a smoker, with the desire to stop the evening before going to sleep and starting smoking in the morning after being woken up and behave very common among millions of smokers worldwide.
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Monday, July 28, 2008
- Smoked Trout Sandwich
Smoked Trout Sandwich
I know this may sound odd but the first dish I created utilizing my new smoker was a sandwich. I have said it before and I will say it again, I am a huge fan of the sandwich. I started out by smoking some fresh Carolina trout in the smoker. I used a 50/50 blend of pecan and hickory wood for the process, keeping the temperature below 180 F. I don’t know the exact time it took to smoke, I appologize, I was simply to excited to be finally using the new smoker to record it all. I pulled the trout filets just as the albumin (the white stuff that comes out of fish as it is cooked, there is a more detailed definition of it of course but for our discussion I feel that is suficiant) started to leek out. The results were fantastic. The fish was cooked through but just to the point of being cooked. In a normal setting I would not have cooked the filets for so long but I was thinking of eating the fish for breakfast and in that wanted to cook it completely so I could store it for a longer period of time. The flavor of smoke was light enough that it did not over power the flavor of the fish but was the second most dominate flavor. After smoking it I just had to have some to eat. The first thing that came to mind was toast and roasted red peppers. So a sandwich it became. I used the previously mentioned ingredients along with some baby arugula, lemon oil, capers, and fresh made mayonnaise.
I know this may sound odd but the first dish I created utilizing my new smoker was a sandwich. I have said it before and I will say it again, I am a huge fan of the sandwich. I started out by smoking some fresh Carolina trout in the smoker. I used a 50/50 blend of pecan and hickory wood for the process, keeping the temperature below 180 F. I don’t know the exact time it took to smoke, I appologize, I was simply to excited to be finally using the new smoker to record it all. I pulled the trout filets just as the albumin (the white stuff that comes out of fish as it is cooked, there is a more detailed definition of it of course but for our discussion I feel that is suficiant) started to leek out. The results were fantastic. The fish was cooked through but just to the point of being cooked. In a normal setting I would not have cooked the filets for so long but I was thinking of eating the fish for breakfast and in that wanted to cook it completely so I could store it for a longer period of time. The flavor of smoke was light enough that it did not over power the flavor of the fish but was the second most dominate flavor. After smoking it I just had to have some to eat. The first thing that came to mind was toast and roasted red peppers. So a sandwich it became. I used the previously mentioned ingredients along with some baby arugula, lemon oil, capers, and fresh made mayonnaise.
- Health Update trick
Health Update
Well, I gained 2 pounds. But I’m going with my dad’s theory that I’m gaining muscle mass…I do feel a little stronger! ;) Really, gaining is disappointing, but I can’t worry too much about it because I know I worked out every day last week, even increasing the intensity of my workouts.
I will admit that with our last-minute getaway I did consume a few (very few) foods that were not totally bad, but not the best either. I had swordfish with cous cous and half of a half of a (did you get that?!) baked potato with a little sour cream, butter, cheese, bacon and chives…I KNOW, I KNOW!!!! I could have just ordered it plain or without half of that junk…but it was 9pm, I was starving and just wanted it. Geesh, you people are tough! But you will be happy to know that I probably only had about 5 bites before calling it quits. But probably that coupled with the cous cous=too many carbs.
And I did eat five (yes, I counted) french fries with my greek chicken wrap (I dumped all the stuff out of half of the wrap to decrease carb intake) at Sunday’s lunch. This was probably the worst I have done food-wise since starting my new diet…but I was away, the timing of our meals was off and to be honest…who can say that having 5 french fries and a quarter of a loaded baked potato is really that horrible anyway!?
But last week I also had my FREE meal on Friday night (because I didn’t know I would be going away) where I ate sushi and ice cream….let’s not talk about it anymore. :)
The only other thing I ate last week that was different from my usual intake was a slice and a half of Ezekiel bread with my husband’s dippy eggs for dinner one night. Boy was that good.
Anyway, despite the fact that I know I probably ate better than half of America, I’m still feeling like I really cheated last week. I think it’s because I really ate more carbs (rice, wrap, fries, potato) and sugar (ice cream) that I usually do. I’m trying not to be too hard on myself though. It’s a process that I must deal with every meal of every day…I know there will be good meals and then some more challenging meals, but it’s always on my mind and in my prayers so God can continue to do His good work.
I do not have a food chart for you this week. It was a very harried work/social week and I just couldn’t keep up with organizing it for your viewing. But please keep praying for me. Some days’ results are so encouraging and some aren’t. Focus, determination, discipline and prayer are keeping me going!
Well, I gained 2 pounds. But I’m going with my dad’s theory that I’m gaining muscle mass…I do feel a little stronger! ;) Really, gaining is disappointing, but I can’t worry too much about it because I know I worked out every day last week, even increasing the intensity of my workouts.
I will admit that with our last-minute getaway I did consume a few (very few) foods that were not totally bad, but not the best either. I had swordfish with cous cous and half of a half of a (did you get that?!) baked potato with a little sour cream, butter, cheese, bacon and chives…I KNOW, I KNOW!!!! I could have just ordered it plain or without half of that junk…but it was 9pm, I was starving and just wanted it. Geesh, you people are tough! But you will be happy to know that I probably only had about 5 bites before calling it quits. But probably that coupled with the cous cous=too many carbs.
And I did eat five (yes, I counted) french fries with my greek chicken wrap (I dumped all the stuff out of half of the wrap to decrease carb intake) at Sunday’s lunch. This was probably the worst I have done food-wise since starting my new diet…but I was away, the timing of our meals was off and to be honest…who can say that having 5 french fries and a quarter of a loaded baked potato is really that horrible anyway!?
But last week I also had my FREE meal on Friday night (because I didn’t know I would be going away) where I ate sushi and ice cream….let’s not talk about it anymore. :)
The only other thing I ate last week that was different from my usual intake was a slice and a half of Ezekiel bread with my husband’s dippy eggs for dinner one night. Boy was that good.
Anyway, despite the fact that I know I probably ate better than half of America, I’m still feeling like I really cheated last week. I think it’s because I really ate more carbs (rice, wrap, fries, potato) and sugar (ice cream) that I usually do. I’m trying not to be too hard on myself though. It’s a process that I must deal with every meal of every day…I know there will be good meals and then some more challenging meals, but it’s always on my mind and in my prayers so God can continue to do His good work.
I do not have a food chart for you this week. It was a very harried work/social week and I just couldn’t keep up with organizing it for your viewing. But please keep praying for me. Some days’ results are so encouraging and some aren’t. Focus, determination, discipline and prayer are keeping me going!
Saturday, July 19, 2008
stop stres
Stress - De-stress? That is the question!
Many people are seeking easy health cures instead of doing preventative maintenance on their bodies. They turn to “Alternative” health care. Individuals who have been unsuccessful in treating chronic health issues with conventional medicine have found relief in the “Alternative” health care professions such as massage therapy, iridiology, reflexology, Chinese medicine, etc. Many people are frustrated with prescription drugs and medication that are not providing relief or they are afraid of becoming addicted to the stronger drugs used to control pain.
Why is there a growing trend toward the holistic healing profession? Because it addresses the social, psychological and emotional stressors of today’s society that can contribute to physical symptoms of disease. The holistic approach to healthcare can provide help to clients with weight struggles, low energy, digestive disorders, acne, skin issues, constipation, headaches, food cravings and stress induced illnesses.
Prevention through detoxification means less trips to the medical doctor and more energy to live your life! There is an ancient Chinese proverbs that says; “The oxen are slow, but the earth is patient!”
Be patient about your health. Keep working at strengthening your immune system, detox your body from the chemicals that has poisended it, in the food that we eat to the air that we breathe.
My wife and I have started to walk early in the mornings around the neighborhood that we live in and we love to hear the sounds of nature call to us. Lao Tse wrote over two thousand years ago in China, “NATURE does not hurry, yet everything is accomplished!’ We love to watch the geese fly in formation, hear the songs of the Genny Wren, Mocking Bird, Blue Jays, Sparrows, watch the rabbits hop in and out of the neighbor’s yards.
There is something infinitely healing in the repeated refrains of nature…..the assurance that dawn comes after the night and spring after winter. If you want to de-stress from the demands that society places upon your shoulders, learn how to speak to the earth as the Native Americans did and were wise in the ways of the land and nature. Other indigenous groups spoke to the earth and learned it’s secrets of health and well being so why do we have to be different.
Remember: The earth longs to feel your bare feet massage her and the wind longs to play with your hair!”
Life is meant to “ENJOYED!” Just DO IT!
Saturday, July 12, 2008
- stop smoking now
Stop sokinng guys
That’s the date I stopped smoking. I’ve got the date programmed into my calendar as an anniversary upon which I am due a great deal of honor and respect. And every year on May 17, 1999, I give myself a pat on the back and sing my own praises to anyone and everyone who will listen.
Why?
Because, as many people know all too well, it’s darned hard to stop smoking! Studies show that most people will try to stop and fail at least three times before they are successful, and, honestly, I think that statistic is far too low.
I smoked for 18 years. And during the course of those 18 years, I managed to increase the amount that I smoked until I was puffing through four packs a day! Every day, by the end of the day, my lungs ached and my head was throbbing. But, still, I lit ‘em up.
I smoked through three pregnancies. I was convinced I’d never be able to quit so I tried to cut back. Didn’t work. In the hospital after giving birth, I was one of those people who would sneak into the bathroom, turn on the exhaust fan, and surreptitiously feed my addiction. ‘Course, that was in the later years. After giving birth to my first child in 1991, it was still ok to smoke in a visitors lounge on the maternity floor.
I remember once, when I was pregnant with my son (he’s kid number three), I was walking to the park with my neighbor and our children, and someone who was driving by actually made a comment about the fact that I was pregnant and smoking. That comment made me angry… and ashamed. That person was obviously never a smoker; not a real smoker anyway. A real smoker can’t just quit because it’s what’s right for the baby. It’s just not that darned easy! And, remember, I grew up in an era where women smoked while pregnant and no one batted an eyelash. When I was a kid, just about every adult I knew smoked. I held out until I was 17, but once I started, it was downhill from there.
People just don’t realize that smokers don’t jump out of bed every morning and sing the praises of nicotine. Of course, smokers, for the most part, aren’t as bothered by the effects of smoking as non-smokers are either. Until I became a non-smoker, I had forgotten how bad smokers smelled. Blech! Now, I’m reminded every time my kids come home from their father’s house how bad the odor really is. When they get home from somewhere where there is smoking, their hair and clothes smell so bad I tell them, to shower and change right away.
My mother had a dream once that cigarettes were $20 a pack and she was still smoking three packs a day. I’m reminded of her dream every time I glance at the cigarette prices at the store. Forty dollars a carton?! Holy smokes! For some weed in a tube? Are they nuts? My sister and her husband have taken to rolling their own, and even that ain’t cheap! Ah, but the law of supply and demand means that, as the number of smokers decreases, the price of smokes is going to keep going up.
I used to have a little program on my computer that kept me informed of the number of cigarettes I haven’t smoked and how much money I’ve saved. I’ve bought a new computer since then, and the company that developed that handy little program has since gone out of business but I can still enter my information into an online calculator like www.quitsmokingcounter.com and get my stats. ‘Course the savings aren’t adjusted for inflation (it’s based on the cost of a pack of cigarettes at the time I quit), but it appears that I’ve saved $27, 678.80. A discussion on where in the world all that money went is for another time, but I do know that, if I were still a smoker, burning through four, or more, packs a day, I’d be spending upwards of $120 a week to kill myself. Thank you Phillip Morris. Also, according to this quit smoking counter, I’ve been a non-smoker for 474 weeks, 3days, 10 hours, 58 minutes, and 48, 49, 50… seconds. Even better, I’ve added 181 weeks, 1 day, 14 hours, and 41 minutes to my life.
Still, even as a former smoker, I’m different from that person who made the comment about my pregnant-and-smoking condition years ago. I’ve never condemned anyone for smoking and I never will. Sure, I hate it when my ex, or anyone else, smokes around my kids, and when I have to be around cigarette smoke for too long, I don’t feel well, but what kind of hypocrite would I be if I condemned everyone else for doing exactly what I subjected them to for so many years. And I know that, even though that person who condemned me back in 1997 obviously thought her comment was either productive or welcomed (it was, of course, neither), it didn’t stop me from feeling powerless against my addiction. You can’t shame someone into quitting, but you sure can be supportive when they decide to take the plunge. And if you can’t be supportive, just keep your big mouth shut.
The good news? Quitting smoking was far easier than I had imagined! Don’t get me wrong, it was tough, but nowhere near the pure hell that I thought it would be. All those times I tried to quit cold-turkey and failed; those times when it was pure hell, are now overshadowed by my success. I’ve been a non-smoker now for… well… 474 weeks, 3days, 10 hours, 58 minutes, and 48, 49, 50… seconds, and I’ve managed to stay that way through the most hellacious divorce known to woman, the stress of single motherhood, and two daughters in their teen years. If I can do it, anyone can!
That’s the date I stopped smoking. I’ve got the date programmed into my calendar as an anniversary upon which I am due a great deal of honor and respect. And every year on May 17, 1999, I give myself a pat on the back and sing my own praises to anyone and everyone who will listen.
Why?
Because, as many people know all too well, it’s darned hard to stop smoking! Studies show that most people will try to stop and fail at least three times before they are successful, and, honestly, I think that statistic is far too low.
I smoked for 18 years. And during the course of those 18 years, I managed to increase the amount that I smoked until I was puffing through four packs a day! Every day, by the end of the day, my lungs ached and my head was throbbing. But, still, I lit ‘em up.
I smoked through three pregnancies. I was convinced I’d never be able to quit so I tried to cut back. Didn’t work. In the hospital after giving birth, I was one of those people who would sneak into the bathroom, turn on the exhaust fan, and surreptitiously feed my addiction. ‘Course, that was in the later years. After giving birth to my first child in 1991, it was still ok to smoke in a visitors lounge on the maternity floor.
I remember once, when I was pregnant with my son (he’s kid number three), I was walking to the park with my neighbor and our children, and someone who was driving by actually made a comment about the fact that I was pregnant and smoking. That comment made me angry… and ashamed. That person was obviously never a smoker; not a real smoker anyway. A real smoker can’t just quit because it’s what’s right for the baby. It’s just not that darned easy! And, remember, I grew up in an era where women smoked while pregnant and no one batted an eyelash. When I was a kid, just about every adult I knew smoked. I held out until I was 17, but once I started, it was downhill from there.
People just don’t realize that smokers don’t jump out of bed every morning and sing the praises of nicotine. Of course, smokers, for the most part, aren’t as bothered by the effects of smoking as non-smokers are either. Until I became a non-smoker, I had forgotten how bad smokers smelled. Blech! Now, I’m reminded every time my kids come home from their father’s house how bad the odor really is. When they get home from somewhere where there is smoking, their hair and clothes smell so bad I tell them, to shower and change right away.
My mother had a dream once that cigarettes were $20 a pack and she was still smoking three packs a day. I’m reminded of her dream every time I glance at the cigarette prices at the store. Forty dollars a carton?! Holy smokes! For some weed in a tube? Are they nuts? My sister and her husband have taken to rolling their own, and even that ain’t cheap! Ah, but the law of supply and demand means that, as the number of smokers decreases, the price of smokes is going to keep going up.
I used to have a little program on my computer that kept me informed of the number of cigarettes I haven’t smoked and how much money I’ve saved. I’ve bought a new computer since then, and the company that developed that handy little program has since gone out of business but I can still enter my information into an online calculator like www.quitsmokingcounter.com and get my stats. ‘Course the savings aren’t adjusted for inflation (it’s based on the cost of a pack of cigarettes at the time I quit), but it appears that I’ve saved $27, 678.80. A discussion on where in the world all that money went is for another time, but I do know that, if I were still a smoker, burning through four, or more, packs a day, I’d be spending upwards of $120 a week to kill myself. Thank you Phillip Morris. Also, according to this quit smoking counter, I’ve been a non-smoker for 474 weeks, 3days, 10 hours, 58 minutes, and 48, 49, 50… seconds. Even better, I’ve added 181 weeks, 1 day, 14 hours, and 41 minutes to my life.
Still, even as a former smoker, I’m different from that person who made the comment about my pregnant-and-smoking condition years ago. I’ve never condemned anyone for smoking and I never will. Sure, I hate it when my ex, or anyone else, smokes around my kids, and when I have to be around cigarette smoke for too long, I don’t feel well, but what kind of hypocrite would I be if I condemned everyone else for doing exactly what I subjected them to for so many years. And I know that, even though that person who condemned me back in 1997 obviously thought her comment was either productive or welcomed (it was, of course, neither), it didn’t stop me from feeling powerless against my addiction. You can’t shame someone into quitting, but you sure can be supportive when they decide to take the plunge. And if you can’t be supportive, just keep your big mouth shut.
The good news? Quitting smoking was far easier than I had imagined! Don’t get me wrong, it was tough, but nowhere near the pure hell that I thought it would be. All those times I tried to quit cold-turkey and failed; those times when it was pure hell, are now overshadowed by my success. I’ve been a non-smoker now for… well… 474 weeks, 3days, 10 hours, 58 minutes, and 48, 49, 50… seconds, and I’ve managed to stay that way through the most hellacious divorce known to woman, the stress of single motherhood, and two daughters in their teen years. If I can do it, anyone can!
- stop smoke
"I can't quit smoking" or "I won't quit smoking"
"I don't want to be called on during this clinic. I am quitting smoking, but I don't want to talk about it. Please don't call on me." This request was made by a lady enrolling in one of my clinics over 20 years ago. I said sure. I won't make you talk, but if you feel you would like to interject at anytime, please don't hesitate to.
At that she got mad and said, "Maybe I am not making myself clear - I don't want to talk! If you make me talk I will get up and walk out of this room. If you look at me with an inquisitive look on your face, I am leaving! Am I making myself clear?"
I was a little shocked by the strength of her statement but I told her I would honor her request. I hoped that during the program she would change her mind and would share her experiences with the group and me but in all honesty, I wasn't counting on it.
There were about 20 other participants in the program. Overall, it was a good group with the exception of two women who sat in back of the room and gabbed constantly. Other participants would turn around and tell the two to be quiet.
They would stop talking for a few seconds and then start right up again with just as much enthusiasm as before. Sometimes, when other people were sharing sad, personal experiences, they would be laughing at some humorous story they had shared with each other, totally ignorant of the surrounding happenings.
On the third day of the clinic, a major breakthrough occurred. The two gossips were partying away as usual. There was one young woman, probably early twenties who asked if she could talk first because she had to leave. The two gossips in back still were not listening and kept up with their private conversation.
The young woman who had to leave said, "I can't stay, I had a horrible tragedy in my family today, my brother was killed in an accident." Fighting back emotions she continued. "I wasn't even supposed to come tonight, I am supposed to be helping my family making funeral arrangements. But I knew I had to stop by if I was going to continue to not smoke." She had only been off two days now. But not smoking was important to her.
The group members felt terrible, but were so proud of her, it made what happened in their day seem so trivial. All except the two ladies in the back of the room. They actually heard none of what was happening. When the young woman was telling how close she and her brother were, the two gossips actually broke out laughing.
They weren't laughing at the story, they were laughing at something totally different not even aware of what was being discussed in the room. Anyway, the young woman who lost her brother shortly after that excused herself to go back to her family. She said she would keep in touch and thanked the group for all of their support.
A few minutes later I was then relating some story to the group, when all of a sudden the lady who requested anonymity arose and spoke. "Excuse me Joel," she said loudly, interrupting me in the middle of the story.
"I wasn't going to say anything this whole program. The first day I told Joel not to call on me. I told him I would walk out if I had to talk. I told him I would leave if he tried to make me talk. I didn't want to burden anyone else with my problems. But today I feel I cannot keep quiet any longer. I must tell my story." The room was quiet.
"I have terminal lung cancer. I am going to die within two months. I am here to quit smoking. I want to make it clear that I am not kidding myself into thinking that if I quit I will save my life. It is too late for me. I am going to die and there is not a damn thing I can do about it. But I am going to quit smoking."
"You may wonder why I am quitting if I am going to die anyway. Well, I have my reasons. When my children were small, they always pestered me about my smoking. I told them over and over to leave me alone, that I wanted to stop but couldn't. I said it so often they stopped begging. But now my children are in their twenties and thirties, and two of them smoke."
"When I found out about my cancer, I begged them to stop. They replied to me, with pained expressions on their faces, that they want to stop but they can't. I know where they learned that, and I am mad at myself for it. So I am stopping to show them I was wrong."
"It wasn't that I couldn't stop smoking - it was that I wouldn't! I am off two days now, and I know I will not have another cigarette. I don't know if this will make anybody stop, but I had to prove to my children and to myself that I could quit smoking. And if I could quit, they could quit, anybody could quit."
"I enrolled in the clinic to pick up any tips that would make quitting a little easier and because I was real curious about how people who really were taught the dangers of smoking would react. If I knew then what I know now - well, anyway, I have sat and listened to all of you closely."
"I feel for each and every one of you and I pray you all make it. Even though I haven't said a word to anyone, I feel close to all of you. Your sharing has helped me. As I said, I wasn't going to talk. But today I have to. Let me tell you why."
Then she turned to the two ladies in the back of the room, who actually had stayed quiet during this interlude. Suddenly she flared up, "The only reason I am speaking up now is because you two BITCHES are driving me crazy. You are partying in the back while everyone else is sharing with each other, trying to help save each other's lives."
She then related what the young woman had said about her brother's death and how they were laughing at the time, totally unaware of the story. "Will you both do me a favor, just get the hell out of here! Go out and smoke, drop dead for all we care, you are learning and contributing nothing here."
They sat there stunned. I had to calm the group down a little, actually quite bit, the atmosphere was quite charged with all that had happened. I kept the two ladies there, and needless to say, that was the last of the gabbing from the back of the room for the entire two-week clinic.
All the people who were there that night were successful at the end of the program. At graduation, the two ladies who had earlier talked only to each other were applauded by all, even the lady with lung cancer. All was forgiven.
The girl who lost her brother also came for the graduation, also smoke free and proud. And the lady with lung cancer proudly accepted her diploma and introduced one of her children. He had stopped smoking for over a week at that time. Actually, when the lady with cancer was sharing her story with us, she had not told her family yet that she had even quit smoking.
It was a few days later, when she was off a week that she told her son. He, totally amazed said to her that if she could quit smoking, he knew he could and stopped at that moment. She beamed with joy. Six weeks later she succumbed to the cancer.
I found out when I called her home just to see how she was doing and got her son on the line. He thanked me for helping her quit at the end. He told me how proud she was that she had quit and how proud he was of her, and how happy she was that he had quit also. He said, "She never went back to smoking, and I will not either."
In the end, they had both given each other a wonderful gift. He was proud her last breath was smoke free - she NEVER TOOK ANOTHER PUff- stop smoke
"I can't quit smoking" or "I won't quit smoking"
"I don't want to be called on during this clinic. I am quitting smoking, but I don't want to talk about it. Please don't call on me." This request was made by a lady enrolling in one of my clinics over 20 years ago. I said sure. I won't make you talk, but if you feel you would like to interject at anytime, please don't hesitate to.
At that she got mad and said, "Maybe I am not making myself clear - I don't want to talk! If you make me talk I will get up and walk out of this room. If you look at me with an inquisitive look on your face, I am leaving! Am I making myself clear?"
I was a little shocked by the strength of her statement but I told her I would honor her request. I hoped that during the program she would change her mind and would share her experiences with the group and me but in all honesty, I wasn't counting on it.
There were about 20 other participants in the program. Overall, it was a good group with the exception of two women who sat in back of the room and gabbed constantly. Other participants would turn around and tell the two to be quiet.
They would stop talking for a few seconds and then start right up again with just as much enthusiasm as before. Sometimes, when other people were sharing sad, personal experiences, they would be laughing at some humorous story they had shared with each other, totally ignorant of the surrounding happenings.
On the third day of the clinic, a major breakthrough occurred. The two gossips were partying away as usual. There was one young woman, probably early twenties who asked if she could talk first because she had to leave. The two gossips in back still were not listening and kept up with their private conversation.
The young woman who had to leave said, "I can't stay, I had a horrible tragedy in my family today, my brother was killed in an accident." Fighting back emotions she continued. "I wasn't even supposed to come tonight, I am supposed to be helping my family making funeral arrangements. But I knew I had to stop by if I was going to continue to not smoke." She had only been off two days now. But not smoking was important to her.
The group members felt terrible, but were so proud of her, it made what happened in their day seem so trivial. All except the two ladies in the back of the room. They actually heard none of what was happening. When the young woman was telling how close she and her brother were, the two gossips actually broke out laughing.
They weren't laughing at the story, they were laughing at something totally different not even aware of what was being discussed in the room. Anyway, the young woman who lost her brother shortly after that excused herself to go back to her family. She said she would keep in touch and thanked the group for all of their support.
A few minutes later I was then relating some story to the group, when all of a sudden the lady who requested anonymity arose and spoke. "Excuse me Joel," she said loudly, interrupting me in the middle of the story.
"I wasn't going to say anything this whole program. The first day I told Joel not to call on me. I told him I would walk out if I had to talk. I told him I would leave if he tried to make me talk. I didn't want to burden anyone else with my problems. But today I feel I cannot keep quiet any longer. I must tell my story." The room was quiet.
"I have terminal lung cancer. I am going to die within two months. I am here to quit smoking. I want to make it clear that I am not kidding myself into thinking that if I quit I will save my life. It is too late for me. I am going to die and there is not a damn thing I can do about it. But I am going to quit smoking."
"You may wonder why I am quitting if I am going to die anyway. Well, I have my reasons. When my children were small, they always pestered me about my smoking. I told them over and over to leave me alone, that I wanted to stop but couldn't. I said it so often they stopped begging. But now my children are in their twenties and thirties, and two of them smoke."
"When I found out about my cancer, I begged them to stop. They replied to me, with pained expressions on their faces, that they want to stop but they can't. I know where they learned that, and I am mad at myself for it. So I am stopping to show them I was wrong."
"It wasn't that I couldn't stop smoking - it was that I wouldn't! I am off two days now, and I know I will not have another cigarette. I don't know if this will make anybody stop, but I had to prove to my children and to myself that I could quit smoking. And if I could quit, they could quit, anybody could quit."
"I enrolled in the clinic to pick up any tips that would make quitting a little easier and because I was real curious about how people who really were taught the dangers of smoking would react. If I knew then what I know now - well, anyway, I have sat and listened to all of you closely."
"I feel for each and every one of you and I pray you all make it. Even though I haven't said a word to anyone, I feel close to all of you. Your sharing has helped me. As I said, I wasn't going to talk. But today I have to. Let me tell you why."
Then she turned to the two ladies in the back of the room, who actually had stayed quiet during this interlude. Suddenly she flared up, "The only reason I am speaking up now is because you two BITCHES are driving me crazy. You are partying in the back while everyone else is sharing with each other, trying to help save each other's lives."
She then related what the young woman had said about her brother's death and how they were laughing at the time, totally unaware of the story. "Will you both do me a favor, just get the hell out of here! Go out and smoke, drop dead for all we care, you are learning and contributing nothing here."
They sat there stunned. I had to calm the group down a little, actually quite bit, the atmosphere was quite charged with all that had happened. I kept the two ladies there, and needless to say, that was the last of the gabbing from the back of the room for the entire two-week clinic.
All the people who were there that night were successful at the end of the program. At graduation, the two ladies who had earlier talked only to each other were applauded by all, even the lady with lung cancer. All was forgiven.
The girl who lost her brother also came for the graduation, also smoke free and proud. And the lady with lung cancer proudly accepted her diploma and introduced one of her children. He had stopped smoking for over a week at that time. Actually, when the lady with cancer was sharing her story with us, she had not told her family yet that she had even quit smoking.
It was a few days later, when she was off a week that she told her son. He, totally amazed said to her that if she could quit smoking, he knew he could and stopped at that moment. She beamed with joy. Six weeks later she succumbed to the cancer.
I found out when I called her home just to see how she was doing and got her son on the line. He thanked me for helping her quit at the end. He told me how proud she was that she had quit and how proud he was of her, and how happy she was that he had quit also. He said, "She never went back to smoking, and I will not either."
In the end, they had both given each other a wonderful gift. He was proud her last breath was smoke free - she NEVER TOOK ANOTHER PUff-Diet suger and caffeine, alcohol, bread, dairy
Had the indulgence of popcorn late at night - home made with no salt but a bit of butter. Didn’t need it and regretted it, tasty though it was! (With hindsight, I realise how small a quantity of corn it was but still, not good to eat late at night - though I now (writing on day 21) feel the odd treat and rule breaking is ‘healthy’).
Day 19
I think I ate everything today! Started with yoga and went for a walk too, in the rain. Gathered cotton grass - see other post.
* mango and banana
* aubergine (egg plant), spring onions, egg, winter greens, cumin, salt and pepper, stir fried. Tasty.
* crisps - ready salted (potato chips) bought. Very salty.
* Popcorn and brazil nuts - snacked on popcorn Rachel made and couldn’t resist a handful.
* lamb chop with broccoli and borlotti beans with garlic - tasty!
* late night snack - banana and raspberries in left over natural yoghurt.
That is two nights on a row where I ate calories late (after 10pm) when I should have just had a drink and gone to bed - but hey, no one is perfect .
Day 20
I was determined to eat at proper times of the day today - part of the reason for eating late had been being behind all day - working late and not stopping to eat. Never-the-less, I still have avoided the “forbidden foods”. A diet that allows crisps and popcorn and meat and butter is a cool diet in my book - but cutting out wheat flour and sugar pretty much stops casual snacking and fast food, from sandwiches to chocolate bars, cakes to meat pies - all safely out of bounds! (Richard, take note!).
Started with yoga (Rachel was getting bored but as the weather was wet, I insisted)
* mango with porridge and linseeds
* haddock in an egg and gram flour (chick pea) coating, seasoned, with prawns, green beans and garlic
* 2 rice cakes with hazelnut butter
* a pear
* 4 rice cakes with houmous (new batch, very healthy and “garlicky”), and raw red pepper, courgette (zucchini I believe in USA), celery and alfalfa seeds.
How do you spell houmous? Hummus? Homous? Homos? I have seen it many ways, reflecting the different languages of the Mediterranean, I guess.
Ours is made with chick peas (organic, bought dried), soaked and boiled in the pressure cooker with a bit of salt, bay leaf. The chick peas are then blended with a couple of spoons of tahini (sesame), garlic, lemon, cumin, black pepper, olive oil and water (stock).
Day 21
Woo hoo - it goes well. I got up at 6:45 feeling alive and refreshed - that is new - possibly because yesterday was such a good day and possibly because the days are just beginning to get a bit shorter so I can actually sleep at night, it getting dark for a couple of hours!
Not done the yoga yet but plan to.
* Pear and banana with beremeal pancake for breakfast (Bere is a simple form of barley grown here).
* Now about to have 2 rice cakes covered in hummus / houmous and the same vegetables as yesterday: pepper, courgette, alfalafa.
How do I feel?
Great! Slimmer, more energised, healthier. I have a nice pink tongue, clear skin, sparkling eyes, healthy stools or poo if you prefer. I go daily as before. This diet is less of a change for me - for Rachel it is a huge change. What is most different for me? No tea, far less casual eating, far smaller portions, no snacking when out shopping (bargain / reduced price foods - I got fed up being a waste disposal unit for the supermarkets!!!), awareness of what I eat and keeping a diary, of sorts, less salt, more vegetables, less water, less bloated, less farting, more energy, feeling good about myself! Oh, and spending less money!
Day 19
I think I ate everything today! Started with yoga and went for a walk too, in the rain. Gathered cotton grass - see other post.
* mango and banana
* aubergine (egg plant), spring onions, egg, winter greens, cumin, salt and pepper, stir fried. Tasty.
* crisps - ready salted (potato chips) bought. Very salty.
* Popcorn and brazil nuts - snacked on popcorn Rachel made and couldn’t resist a handful.
* lamb chop with broccoli and borlotti beans with garlic - tasty!
* late night snack - banana and raspberries in left over natural yoghurt.
That is two nights on a row where I ate calories late (after 10pm) when I should have just had a drink and gone to bed - but hey, no one is perfect .
Day 20
I was determined to eat at proper times of the day today - part of the reason for eating late had been being behind all day - working late and not stopping to eat. Never-the-less, I still have avoided the “forbidden foods”. A diet that allows crisps and popcorn and meat and butter is a cool diet in my book - but cutting out wheat flour and sugar pretty much stops casual snacking and fast food, from sandwiches to chocolate bars, cakes to meat pies - all safely out of bounds! (Richard, take note!).
Started with yoga (Rachel was getting bored but as the weather was wet, I insisted)
* mango with porridge and linseeds
* haddock in an egg and gram flour (chick pea) coating, seasoned, with prawns, green beans and garlic
* 2 rice cakes with hazelnut butter
* a pear
* 4 rice cakes with houmous (new batch, very healthy and “garlicky”), and raw red pepper, courgette (zucchini I believe in USA), celery and alfalfa seeds.
How do you spell houmous? Hummus? Homous? Homos? I have seen it many ways, reflecting the different languages of the Mediterranean, I guess.
Ours is made with chick peas (organic, bought dried), soaked and boiled in the pressure cooker with a bit of salt, bay leaf. The chick peas are then blended with a couple of spoons of tahini (sesame), garlic, lemon, cumin, black pepper, olive oil and water (stock).
Day 21
Woo hoo - it goes well. I got up at 6:45 feeling alive and refreshed - that is new - possibly because yesterday was such a good day and possibly because the days are just beginning to get a bit shorter so I can actually sleep at night, it getting dark for a couple of hours!
Not done the yoga yet but plan to.
* Pear and banana with beremeal pancake for breakfast (Bere is a simple form of barley grown here).
* Now about to have 2 rice cakes covered in hummus / houmous and the same vegetables as yesterday: pepper, courgette, alfalafa.
How do I feel?
Great! Slimmer, more energised, healthier. I have a nice pink tongue, clear skin, sparkling eyes, healthy stools or poo if you prefer. I go daily as before. This diet is less of a change for me - for Rachel it is a huge change. What is most different for me? No tea, far less casual eating, far smaller portions, no snacking when out shopping (bargain / reduced price foods - I got fed up being a waste disposal unit for the supermarkets!!!), awareness of what I eat and keeping a diary, of sorts, less salt, more vegetables, less water, less bloated, less farting, more energy, feeling good about myself! Oh, and spending less money!
Thursday, July 10, 2008
- tip health
Don’t panic if you fall or got hit and then it become contusion.
There is a simple method for you as a first aid.
We call it bruised or contusion that is caused by blood vessel at the part of our body that got hit. Then blood enter to the another netting and become lump.
The first aid to cure it known as R.I.C.E method :
1. Rest
Take a rest for a little while and protect the lump
2. Ice
Put an ice on the contusion for 20 minutes in 3 times in a day in 24 hours after the accident.
3. Compress
Use bandage to the lump ( tidy )
4. Elevation
Lift the part of your body that had been injured higher than of your heart.
I hope this can be useful .
Wednesday, July 9, 2008
- bstop smoke
I just read that the Danish government thinks about make outdoor smoking illegal.
What about cars, candles, stoves, fireplaces, plants etc?
Sometimes you see people walk by a smoker (holding their kids over the mouth and nose while walking by), but they are walking in the middle of the metropolis with tons of cars.
Or when people ask smokers to go outside (I totally understand that), but at the same time they have 20 candles in fire at home… or a stove/fireplace, and they also drive cars themselves, pointing at smokers from their cars…
It doesn’t make any sense. Sometimes we are a little stupid, and devour a single topic. I understand that we have to take care of ourselves and others - but sometimes we are a little “too much”.
Just seems like “teguh and Goliath”.
But why don’t we just start with the gas and cars? (hmm no, that would maybe just cause a new world-war)! its many years ago we devise cars driving only by water…
And what about people with a poor personal hygiene who stinks? Can we ask them to “dissapear? lol
Or people using too much perfume… causing allergies?
If you look the statistics after (statistics from people who are dead by smoking or passive smoking) they actually can’t define more than 80% of them. Doctors says that it probably are from big cities, cars etc. So what about the last “possible” 20 % who can say they have smoked or know people who have smoked – are it’s because of the big city or the smoking then)?
But well we all know it’s not healthy to smoke!
Just some thoughts!!! don't smoke again please
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