Archive for June, 2007

Psyching myself up…

Tuesday, June 19th, 2007

Goodness me – I already feel myself wavering on this commitment to stop smoking. It’s a very easy thing to say to quit smoking, but another thing to actually stop. More than once I have secretly regretted starting this project. But then again that’s exactly why I started it – I won’t back down on a professional commitment – sadly only personal ones!
So this how I have been psyching myself up:
- I began playing tennis again yesterday. It has been several years since I lasted played and was pleasantly surprised that I could hit the ball now & again. Having said that, after twenty minutes I was winded and looking forward to my next cigarette. Lasted a half hour this morning so that was better.
- Joined the American Lung Association http://www.lungusa.org/ Quit Smoking Program. They have a number of modules that you work through and an online forum that motivated quitters can write into for support etc. I worked through Module 1 but need to make time tomorrow to do the exercises in Module 2.
- I emailed my friends this morning encouraging them to visit my blog and support me.
- And I created my first new work for the project, entitled Destruction. It was made by rubbing in cigarette ashes, butts, and matches onto a pristine piece of watercolor paper. With my lighter I burned the edges of the paper. I also took a beautiful piece of handmade paper from India (one that I was saving up for a special project) and burned the edges of that too. I lay them down on a bed of encaustic (meaning to burn in) wax. The process was pretty disgusting, particularly the smell but the process was cathartic. The painting is metaphorical for myself and the question is “How Could I Have Done This to Me”. I have been inhaling cigarettes for twenty-five years – what do my insides look like?

Destruction

Send me a postcard

Sunday, June 17th, 2007

Please send me a postcard – anything that comes to your head. Thoughts about smoking, motivational, your story, drawings whatever. I will include them in a collage or book.
Send them to :
Jackie Hoysted
15224 Jones Lane,
Gaithersburg,
MD 20878

Lay your last cigarette to rest – give it to me

Sunday, June 17th, 2007

Those of who familiar with tobacco addiction, know what that last cigarette means – it is a lifeline, a way to go on, whatever. We are never willing to give up that last one.
If you reading this blog and are thinking of quitting PLEASE send your last cigarette to me. I will create a work of art out of it – i.e. a plan to make a paper coffin and lay your cigarette to rest by imbedding it in wax.
Send your cigarette with your name, date you stopped smoking to:
Jackie Hoysted
15224 Jones Lane,
Gaithersburg,
MD 20878

Setting the Stage… how I started

Sunday, June 17th, 2007

It’s been twenty-five years or so that I have been smoking cigarettes. I actually started the habit quite late, in that unlike most people who start smoking as teenagers, I was twenty or so when I took my first one. At that time I was working full time and at the same time attending university at nighttime. Most evenings I didn’t get home until after 11pm and because I needed to relax before going to bed I started taking a cigarette from my sisters, who both smoked then. Sometimes we would all smoke in the bedroom before going off to sleep.

I distinctly remember my first cigarette – I recall being dizzy and disorientated as I climbed the stairs to go to bed. But also, I remember, enjoying my time with my sisters, as there hadn’t been much of that in the years preceding that.

And then it just went on from there. I had an hour and a half in between finishing work and going to lectures at TCD (Trinity College Dublin) with less than a ten minute walk in between so there was a lot of time to fill. I’d have my dinner and then have a coffee at TCD and watch the full time students’ debate, argue – whatever full time students do. I was jealous and I didn’t really belong. So it seems I started to have a cigarette or two there to fill the void.

And bit by bit, cigarettes began to appear anytime I wasn’t working – morning and afternoon tea breaks, out for a drink. Then I started smoking during work at my desk… I don’t even remember when cigarettes became part of my morning routine. That was probably the biggest nail in my coffin and I don’t even remember it. And of course, it didn’t stop at one cigarette in the morning – it turned into many and more and more…