You’ll be relieved to know that this blog is not about turkey, cold or otherwise, not about turkey recipes, not about Thanksgiving, and not about Turkey Day leftovers.
This blog is about quitting something cold turkey.
The idea of quitting something cold turkey, as in you stop doing something you did a lot of in an instant of decision making and weeks of withdrawal pangs, is so old school these days. Since I’m the Queen of Old School (I was nominated and elected for this lifetime position without my knowledge or consent), I miss Going Cold Turkey not being in the mainstream of lifestyle choices.
My parents did everything cold turkey. Like quit smoking. My dad smoked 3 packs a day and my mom smoked 5 packs a day. My dad quit, but my mom didn’t. No “we have to do it together because if you keep smoking I won’t be able to stop” nonsense. Nope. He quit. Then he broke his leg, was laying around for months (it was a complicated break) and started again because he was bored. My mom told him he was an idiot for starting again, but she didn’t say, “Oh, good! Now we can be smokers together!”
My mom, little miss 5 packs a day for 40 years, woke up one morning and said to herself, “I wonder how long I can go without a cigarette?” And she never smoked again. Did she miss it? Brutally and every single day for the rest of her life. She didn’t bug my dad to quit. No, quitting was her thing. Then he quit, again, and cursed himself for having to do it twice.
Cold turkey. I quit everything cold turkey. The idea of aids to ease me off something I yearn for is weird to me. I quit caffeine a year ago. I was drinking a lot of caffeine, became aware that I was probably addicted to it, so I quit. Cold turkey. I quit sugar cold turkey 15 years ago and it was WAY harder to quit sugar than to quit caffeine, in case you wondered.
Have you quit anything? Did you do it cold turkey or did you have some modern miracle help? Do you have any addictions you’d like to share with the class?