A List Of Things To Try Before Smoking A Cigarette

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 A List Of Things To Try Before Smoking A Cigarette

1. Meditate

2. Do a headstand

3. Draw something. Anything. 

4. Write something you can then light on fire (wishes, burn letters, whatever.) 

5. Take a shower. (No one want's to smell like cigarettes after a shower)

6. Sign up for an exercise class. (The thought of moving will make you want to protect your lungs).

7. Put on a face mask. (It'll remind you that skin ages on it's own fast enough, no need to encourage it.) 

8. Brush your teeth (similar to five, but not quite as dramatic.)

9. Go for a quick walk. 

10. Change your bedsheets. (Even more effective than 5 and 8 put together. Think of all the work!) 

11. Write a good things list (David Sedaris calls this a "Reasons to Live List." Tomato, tomato.) 

12. Read things (that do not mention cigarettes). 

13. Pick a chore and do it start to finish. Better yet, write all the chores you have to do, put them in a hat, and then pick one. Chore Roulette. That ought to get the system thrumming with something... maybe throw "smoke a cigarette" in there, just to keep it fun. 

If you have done all of these and still want one: just go smoke the cigarette. You can always try again next time. 

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