How to Change Smoking Habits
Author: Sharon Bell
It’s easy to quit smoking if you try. Here is the last batch of quitting tips courtesy of the National Cancer Institute.
Find new habits:
Change your habits to make smoking difficult, impossible, or unnecessary. For example, it's hard to smoke when you're swimming, jogging, or playing tennis or handball.
When your desire for a cigarette is intense, wash your hands or the dishes, or try new recipes.
Do things that require you to use your hands. Try crossword puzzles, needlework, gardening, or household chores. Go bike riding; take the dog for a walk; give yourself a manicure; write letters.
Enjoy having a clean-mouth taste and maintain it by brushing your teeth frequently and using a mouthwash.
Pay attention to your appearance. Look and feel sharp.
Try to find time for the activities that are the most meaningful, satisfying, and important to you.
When you get the crazies:
Keep oral substitutes handy - try carrots, pickles, sunflower seeds, apples, celery, raisins, or sugarless gum instead of a cigarette.
Take 10 deep breaths and hold the last one while lighting a match. Exhale slowly and blow out the match. Pretend it's a cigarette and crush it out in an ashtray.
Take a shower or bath if possible.
Learn to relax quickly and deeply. Make yourself limp, visualize a soothing, pleasing situation, and get away from it all for a moment. Concentrate on that peaceful image and nothing else.
Never allow yourself to think that "one won't hurt" - it will.
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Article Source: http://www.articlesbase.com/quit-smoking-articles/how-to-change-smoking-habits-431137.html
About the Author
Sharon Bell is an avid health and fitness enthusiast and published author. Many of her insightful articles can be found at the premier online news magazine http://www.HealthLinesNews.com.
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An apple? C’mon, we are the way we are because of an apple? Couldn’t the story have been a LITTLE more fun???
I mean, if Adam had opened a strip joint and Eve smoked pot or something, then that would be kinda cool, right? But an apple? Don’t you think this satan dude would have come up with something a little better than an apple? How about dirty magazines? Anything but a silly apple!
Omg, that’s so funny. I soooooooo agree with you. I’m still laughing here. It would of been a lot more fun back in my Sunday School days too. Good question. !!!~~~~
Is this a little pricey?
I just got back from the store and here are the prices.
Flexible straws: 1.89
Magazine: 3.69
Country Gravy: 2.39 x’s 3
Lawry’s Garlic Salt: 3.69
Johnny’s Season Salt: 12.35
Apple Cider: 2.50 x’s 2
Crystal Light: 6.26
Cup O’Noodles: 0.50 x’s 8 (omg she charged me for 2 extra ones, I only got 8 it says I got 10!!!!! rip off!)
Chunky Soup: 3.55 x’s 3
Sierra Mist: 3.59
Lipton Raspberry: 6.98
Baby Carrots: 4.99
Onions: 2.92
Potatoes: 4.99
Tyson Hot Wings: 25.05
Smoked Strips: 14.49
Beef Jerky: 6.79 x’s 2
Beef Jerky: 5.99 x’s 2
total of 150.26
plus city tax 0.28
for a total of 150.54
This is in Bush Alaska.
I thought I did good lol, it says I saved $8.74 ha. I’m 25 and single with no dependents, this is my normal shopping list. I’ve got to learn what I need and what I don’t need!
I know in Alaska your prices would probably be more expensive, obviously. However, it’s your prepackaged stuff which is bumping up your cost – skip the brandname spices and buy no name, combine your own spices to make the seasoning salt. Crystal light is a pure waste of money, and unhealthy to boot. I’m assuming the Lipton raspberry is the iced tea (12 cans?) – that’s crazy to pay that much – buy some drink mix and add the water yourself. Don’t buy pre-cut and/or pre-seasoned wings, buy whole chickens and piece them out yourselves.
I’m guessing the jerky is for survival! And I know you can’t skimp on the fresh foods – they cost what they cost.
Even if you are alone, it doesn’t mean that you can’t eat well!
Would you like to read more of this?
It’s chapter one of my new novel, which is (you can probably guess, post-apocalyptic)
He trudged through the plain looking at the cracked leather on the toes of his boots. Beaten soles and worn heels stained with many roads dirt. His elbows were dry and the skin split when he bent them. His hair matted to his head like a dead thing. No sun. No clouds to hope by. Air was stale and thick and seemed to column and feint west for the oncoming storm. He knew. He had an empty wine bottle with the wrapping with an unknown legend printed on the front torn off and discarded days ago. His lips dry and his skin wet with a sheen of sweat. The jacket was old and dirty and smelled more and more like him each passing day. He found it in a house built maybe long before he was born. The early 20s, this had been. In the house there were pictures and grapes and apples and several mangos on the kitchen floor. He took these. Hadn’t eaten in three days before then. There were suitcases with clothes hanging halfway out and a wet spot on one part of the carpet which smelled of mold. He slept there for a night and went on. The days were getting darker and he thought there would be nothing left but the still night. Waiting for him. Weeping and waiting.
He rolled a cigarette from the weird tobacco he found fire-cured many years ago growing in the alkaline soil. The smoke plumed blue coming out his mouth as he inhaled it through his nostrils. He stopped on the plain and sat down and looked at the mountains those many miles away. He would get to the piedmont in days and no less. Maybe a week. The ground was callus and occupied with certain objects of no real use. Hornblende and flint everywhere. The fossils of small animals. Mice and snakes and lizards. Rocks as far as the eye could see. The heat was everywhere and he was in it just like the spirit of the wind in the earth. The cigarette burned slow. Ashes grew from the cherry and fell and blew in the light wind over his face and broke on his cheek. Thunder cracked many miles away. There would be no rain, though. He smoked the last of the stale leaf and threw the butt on the dry ground and looked once more at the blackened bones and went on.
The clouds etched signs in the sky of old language. He walked to the mountains and got within a mile before the wind stopped completely and the heat was all there was. He stripped his jacket off and stuffed as much of it as he could in his already full knapsack. Miscellaneous things in the bag like silverware he found and pencil sharpeners and water bottles and his gun. It was very oily and chrome. Full magazine. He never shot it before, but he had it just the same.. He thought there was nothing else out there to be wary of anyway.
At the mountains he stopped and decided to camp for the night before he would go on. He pitched the tarp with metal rods he found somewhere many years ago. Rusted and old. He licked his lips and coughed and spat out blood and wiped his mouth and finished putting the tent up. By the time he was done his arms were tired and he needed water. He remembered the water he extracted from the stream by the levee a week ago and went in his knapsack to fetch it. Warm and still and with mineral. He drank to a quarter of the bottle and stopped and put it back in his bag. He needed to eat still. Nothing in the plain. No animals and no water for several miles. His stomach wrestled itself and he placed his hand against it and spoke aloud. Words he forgot he knew and would never utter again. No words were spoken anymore.
Gazelle once grazed the plain and coyote and hare. Thriving things no more. Although he never knew this he had an idea of the animals that used to live here before. The bones were all over the ground and he once considered grinding them and eating them. The marrow at least. But there was nothing to be eaten. He stopped and got on his knees and pulled out the map and unrolled it on the brown grass. Names of cities gone many, many years ago and the people gone too. He recognized a place where he met his first love and he looked up at the sky plugged the color of old putty and dimpled with clouds and looked down to the horizon full of charted path without ornament and wept.
Okay, I would definitaly read more, it sounds very interesting. I, loving to write and play with word myelf, have corrected some grammar and changed a few words arounds below. Sorry, I couldn’t help myself.
It’s really good though, it’s flowing with potential. Way to write! 
Here’s your story with my probably unwanted intervention:
He trudged through the plane looking at the cracked leather on the toes of his boots. The soles were beaten; the heels worn and stained with many roads’ dirt. His elbows were dry and the skin split when he bent them. His hair was matted to his head like a dead thing.
No sun. No clouds to hope by. The air was stale and thick. It seemed to form a column and lean west with the oncoming storm.
He knew. He had an empty wine bottle. The wrapping had borne an unknown legend that had been printed on the front. It had been torn off and discarded days ago.
His lips were dry and his skin wet with a sheen of sweat. The old, ratty jacket was filthy and smelled more and more like him each day. He’d found it in a house built (perhaps) long before he’d come into existance in the early 1920′s.
In the house, pictures, grapes, apples, and several mangos littered the kitchen floor. He took them without hesitation. He hadn’t eaten in three days. Suitcases spilling clothes cluttered the space and a wet spot stained the carpet which reeked of mold.
He slept there for a night before moving on. The days were getting darker and he thought there would be nothing left but the still night. Waiting for him. Weeping and waiting.
He rolled a cigarette. It had come from the weird tobacco he’d found fire-cured many years ago growing in the alkaline soil.
The blue smoke plume rushed[gushed?] from his mouth and he inhaled it through his nostrils.
He stopped in the middle of the plane and sat down. He looked at the mountains in the distance, miles and miles away. He wouldn’t get to the piedmont [<-spelling?] for days. Maybe a week. The ground was callus [<-spelling? and should be callused with correct spelling] and useless objects were scattered about. Hornblende and flint were everywhere. The fossils of small animals were mixed in the mess. Mice and snakes and lizards. Rocks as far as the eye could see. The scorching heat grew in temperature as it reflected off of the searing sand. He was as much a part of it as the Spirit of the Wind in the Earth.
The cigarette burned slow. Ashes grew from the cherry [<- ahses growing from cherry what?]. They fell and blew in the light wind that caressed his face and broke on his cheek. Thunder cracked many miles away. There would be no rain.
He smoked the last of the stale leaf and threw the butt on the parched ground. He looked once more at the blackened bones before moving on again.
The clouds etched signs of the Old Language in the sky.
He walked to the mountains.
He was within a mile before the wind suddently stopped completely and the heat was the only inconvenience. He stripped his jacket and stuffed as much of it as he could in his alread- full knapsack.
The knapsack was far from organized. Everything it was random. It contained everything from silverware he’d found, pencil sharpeners, and water bottles to his gun. His weapon was very oily and made of chrome. It had a full magazine. He’d never shot it before, but he’d had it for a long while. He hadn’t needed it. Probably, he wouldn’t ever need it. There was nothing out there to be wary of.
Upon his arrival at the mountains, he stopped and decided to camp for the night, before continuing on his way. He pitched the tarp with metal rods he’d found years ago. They were rusted and old.
He licked his lips, coughed, and spat out blood. He wiped his mouth and finished setting up the tent. By the time he was done, his arms ached with fatigue and he yearned for water.
He remembered the water he had extracted from the stream by the levee a week ago and opened his knapsack to fetch it. It was warm and polluted with the taste of some sort of mineral. He drank until only a quarter of the bottles’s former contents remained. There was only one thing that could complet his evening. He needed to eat. But there was nothing on the plane. There were no animals and no more water for miles. His stomach tore at him, protesting it’s lack of sustenance. He pressed his hand against it and spoke aloud. He forgot what he’d said. He knew he’d never utter them again. He never spoke anymore.
Gazelles, coyotes, and hares had once grazed the plane.They’d thrived, but now were nowhere to be seen.He didn’t know this. He could imagine though. He had an idea of the animals that used to live there. Their bones covered the ground in an eerie disarray.
He’d considered grinding them up and eating them once. He could’ve at least gotten something of the marrow. He would have done, too. He was hungry enough. His only problem was the fact that there was nothing there to be eaten. [w
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Snowboard or Ski?
Skittles or Starburts?
Finding Nemo or Shrek?
Halloween or Nightmare on Elm Street(movies)?
Sausage or Bacon?
Skateboard or RollerBlades?
Ferris Wheel or RollerCoaster?
Wet or Dry?
Circus or Carnival?
John Kerry or George Bush?
Bath or Shower
Pepsi
Soda
No pulp
Sprite
Strawberry
Purple
Blue
Rock
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Movies
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Books
Night
Hugs
Life
Bicycle
Up
Noise
Walk
McDonald’s
Apples
Italian
Summer
Spring
Chocolate
Chicken
Right
Doritos
Fruits
Neither
Hot
Not sure what that is
Weird!
Not sure exactly what this means, but I’m a female and I like males…
Elmo
No School lol
Meat
Short Nails
Hot Fudge
Christmas
Pizza
Cry
Digital Camera
DvD
Roses
Pickles
Love
Chocolate
Latte
Outside
not Evil
Clean
Good
Sunset
Truth
Christina Aguliara
Jessica Simpson
Beyonce
50 Cent
Simple Plan
Green Day
Nivana
Korn
Apples
Student
I don’t judge people based on their wealth
Reading
Cookies
City
Horses
Dogs
Monkeys
Snow
Moon
Piercings
Smart
Msn
Mp3 Players
Mashed Potaoes
Hotel
Cars
Planes
Spoons
Simpsons
Spongebob
Love
Hamburgers
French Fries
Blue eyes
Brunette
No Labels
Converses
Pen
Pool
Dolphins
Guitars
Pepper
Basketball
Baseball
Snowboard
Starbursts
Finding Nemo
Haven’t seen either
Bacon
RollerBlades
Roller Coaster
Dry
Carnival
idk, I was too young to know much about either of them
Shower
Does this intrigue you?
Waves of cigar smoke filled the smoky, unbearable air in a dark, lonely bar I sat in.
A sickening feeling entangled my heart as I glared at a man leering at me a few tables away. He had straight blonde hair and glittering bright blue eyes similar to the color of the oceans. The man’s face was long and narrow, and twisted into a mischievous smile, like a kid you’d see on a magazine’s front cover. Danger seemed written in his charming eyes, but to me he seemed inviting and flirtatious. As we stared, I felt my distaste turn into immense desire. A burning sensation ripped through my body as our staring continued. My heart felt like it was on fire; the flames stirred by his good looks and intense gaze.
His long legs began to stroll toward my still figure.
My heart sunk in surprise as if it were drowning in my own body. My jaw dropped to the floor as I admired his confidence and grace. Nervousness rose within me. My jittery heartbeat intensified, it was the only noise I heard, thundering in my ears. The palm of my shaking hands became sweaty. I swallowed hard and drew in a deep breath, trying to compose myself. I watched this unfamiliar man tuck his hands in his clean white jacket. I smelled husky cologne once he reached me.
He slid his hand through his straight hair. I watched his eyes wander over my figure.
“Why, you are the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen.” He growled in a seductive, playful tone. His voice was a bit quiet, as if he wanted no one else to hear his words. The young man’s innocent blue eyes shut a bit as he peered into mine, obvious passion arising within them.
“No, I’m not that beautiful, really.” I said, staring at the ground, warmth filling my pink cheeks. A wave of intimidation swept over me, cluttering my mind with irritating thoughts. I despised my shyness. All of a sudden, he wrapped his arms around my waist and enclosed all space between us. His stare was to my open chest, revealed by my loose red blouse. He rested his hands on the sides of my hips, his gentle touch sending shivers up my spine. I was very slow to react to what he was doing. But I didn’t want to move. I was allured, attracted, engaged.
A light yelp escaped my lips as I wiggled out of his arms. His face fell in disappointment, saddened by the sudden distance between us. Suddenly, my high-heel got caught on a crack in the wooden floor, and I lost my balance. My spidery long leg snapped awkwardly at the ground, as if my legs couldn’t carry me.
As I was about to fall, he caught me just in time in his muscular arms.
My whole body became rigid with instinctive rebellion.
“Don’t touch me!” I barked, hardening my jaw and tightening my fuming eyes. His blue eyes got big, but they eased in tension. He captured my gaze, and I was hooked. He began to linger toward me again, as if he was a snake about to strike.
“…Don’t…” I tried to speak. “Don’t touch…” My words were a faint whisper, not assertive or demanding. The boy’s features became flawlessly smooth. His eyes glittered in hope and a smirk crossed his wicked lips.
“Relax.” He breathed slowly, placing his arms around my waist again, sinking them into my skin. I gazed at him, amazed, the sudden anger beginning to leave my stormy eyes. My skin became thick with tension.
His next action was unpredictable.
He grabbed my head of hair and brushed it away from my eyes. His free hand slid along my spine. He pulled me close and I jolted into his body. He suddenly grabbed the apples of my cheeks and pulled my face toward his. He crushed his starving, ferocious lips against mine in complete forcefulness.
A whirlwind of fear rushed through my body.
if not – how can I make it better?
Thank you!