Well done to you Indi - we’re proud of you :))
I counted up how many hours I was chatting online singly and grouply
(thats one of Steve’s - like that..) yesterday - yikes. Oh but it
was fun. The house is a tip, but who cares.
Happy anny Indi - we’ll chat before you go on hol, but I’m being
ever, ever so good tonight and not switching Messenger or ICQ on 
take care
Pam
Hi,
I am new here. I go by Elle. I’ve got tons on my mind and I hope I
don’t choose this occassion to dump it all! 
I found this site while talking with some people on quitnet.com.
I was begging anyone, everyone to tell me how to beat my own mind,
or as they call it the evil twin or nicodemon, and as I now believe
it to be your very own “Warren”.
I have read the cognitivequitting.com site, and some posts here, but
know that I am waayyyyyyyyy behind on knowing all that this
involves, so bear with me, please.
I have tried to quit several times, sometimes seriously, sometimes
to please someone else. I would say 4 or 5 times seriously. I don’t
think I failed any of the times. I think that quitting is at least a
6 or 7 step process. Hey, could be 100 steps for me, who knows, but
I start another quit in 5 cigarettes. <smile
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and I’ll reach my one yr quit anniversary. And I’m finding myself
on another plateau which is both exciting and confusing. Is this me,
or some other me that was hiding somewhere? I’m working out what
it’s all about, and what these thoughts are that are swirling around
my head, and I’ll write more later on, or tomorrow about it. It’s
certainly feeling like a different me.
Now back to feeding the patient. Pete (’new’ SO ) managed to have a
bad fall last night, and we ended up in a Hospital Casualty Dept.
Geez, he really knew how to treat me to a good night out 
Later,
Pam
That last post slipped away before I was done changing titles etc. please
excuse the gathering confusion www.cognitivequitting.com
This is hard for me. I don’t like facing my emotions. I can take
having a look at my feelings and trying to describe them but the
emotions are too…raw, too close to the bone.
About 18 years ago, Mike and I became friends with a fellow rider, Ray.
We became good friends over the years, seeing each other occasionally,
even traveling out of town every once in a while to motorcycle events.
After divorcing, Ray seemed to go through a SO every year until he met
Patty. About 10 years ago they married. Patty and I quickly became
good friends; she had a great sense of humor, a heart of gold, and loved
Ray unconditionally (a definite prerequisite to be my friend since Ray
was near and dear to me first), and she loved to party and smoke. What
a coincidence! I loved to party and smoke too, my first choice of drugs
being drinking and smoking cigs. P&R eventually moved about 45 minutes
away but we still got together about once every month or so. Over the
years, I started to notice that Patty seemed to be a bit vague at times
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A spirit entered my body because when I woke up this morning, I found I
had changed identities again. Much to my dismay, I awoke as Susie
Homemaker!!! Yep, it’s not even noon yet and I have cooked pancakes,
eggs and bacon for breakfast for the crew, done three loads of laundry,
started sorting clothes for Goodwill…
Since my hubby and daughter seem to like this metamorphosis I guess I
keep up the front for the rest of the day. Tomorrow, though, watch out!
That was a great post you entered last night, Steve. Helps to remind me
to be patient. Something I need to be reminded of constantly. I’ve got
Warren trained in most responses now, I think, just some miscellaneous
events or conditions pop up occasionally where I need to focus on the
retraining.
Just had a revelation while typing this. As I mentioned to Steve and
Indi yesterday, I’ve been in a somber mood all week. The few post I
entered this week were forced; I really didn’t want to communicate with
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Getting posts, what if’s, etc. printed out for my trip tomorrow. And
wished there was a ‘cogquit’ in paperback that would fit in my
purse. This 3-ring binder is so cumbersome. Some day?
Gail
One month, five days, 10 hours, 40 minutes and 28 seconds. 911
cigarettes not smoked, saving $150.33. Life saved: 3 days, 3 hours,
55 minutes.
I’ve got Spinchat open if anyone would like to talk. You know the
drill.- Spinchat/your userid/Chat Rooms/Cogquit…
- Cat
Sue - we finally got to have a ‘real’ i.e. voice chat tonight It
was great to talk to you - and I’ll look forward to reading your
post as soon as you’re able to get at it.
bye for now
Pam
In a message dated 05/02/02 15:20:08 GMT Standard Time, kathruns@…
writes:
Kathryn
I wholeheartedly agree and many many happy returns to your son - 6 is such a
wonderful age they still have magic in their hearts.
Indi