Here.
The few times my father tried to quit, "shoe leather" grade beef jerky seemed to help.
When he craved a cig, he'd grab a hunk of "Slobber Jerky" and gnaw on it until his urge went away.
(It got the name because unless you've got tin snips for teeth & a jaw of iron, the only thing you can ever DO with the stuff is drool all over it. hehehe)
I've seen first-hand the DT-screaming-fits a 4-pack-a-day-for-30-years smoker can go through when they're trying to quit. It's not pretty, so you have my sympathy & empathy.
But you CAN get through it! You're a tough old fart, and are bigger, badder, & meaner than the cigs EVER could be! =) |
