Olivier, 53 (testimony)
For nearly forty years that I smoke, often more than a pack a day. This summer, respiratory difficulties became really acute too: I could manage to climb over 3 floors without being exhausted and out of breath, and when I was walking, I avoided anything resembling a rise, for fear of not not reach the summit.
My doctor diagnosed COPD and my lung capacity was reduced to 57%. This summer, I decided to finally quit smoking.
I found that the holidays are the perfect time to stop, because the change of habits and rhythm help. I needed to sleep a lot in the early days of withdrawal. The decision was easy since I was determined to finish, and that's more than a month that I have not touched a cigarette. I resumed my work (stressful), but there is not a moment when I did not enjoy the fact of having stopped smoking.
I found my breath, I go upstairs with pleasure, I again long walks, sports, swimming, and little by little I found my tone. With the tone returns breathing capacity and a much more stable emotional state.
The act of measuring my efforts every day helped me a lot: spirometers, pulse measurement and oximetry done to see the results of my efforts every day, still motivates me every day. But I know I never regagnerai my entire lung capacity. And some climbing forbidden to me.