I haven't quit yet - I'm waiting for the big No Smoking Day tomorrow to offer me all the support I need, and I'm planning a special YouTube video (I'm scribbling ideas for the script as they occur to me) of smoking my very last cigarette ever on camera, while providing a running commentary WHY it's my last.
(I was going to type "... hopefully last ..." but thought no, let's have some positive thinking here!)
Based on current consumption levels, I should have ONE fag left in the packet when I go to bed tonight, and that will be the only one I smoke tomorrow, especially for the video.
No Smoking Days have come and gone and I've managed to ignore them all, and I'm not even conscious of having remembered tomorrow's date, but somehow I have done so subconsciously.
The thing that has made me decide to quit is an apparently insignificant event a couple of hours ago.
I did a HUGE pile of laundry (3 machinesfull) earlier today and for various reasons ended up dumping all the clean clothes on the sofa in this room as I had to go out. (Note: this is the only room in the house in which I permit myself to smoke.) I returned after four hours and started folding, etc., my clean laundry. Except I noticed very quickly that IT ALL STANK!
Not of sweat and dirt, etc (the washine machine had done its job well) but of stale fag smoke from having spent four hours in a room in which a cigarette hadn't been smoked for hours and hours.
And now I need to wash everything all over again, because I REALLY don't want to stink like a stale ashtray as soon as I put my clothes on in the morning. And then it struck me, I probably can't even tell how badly I must stink all the time, and everyone around me is just too kind to say. So I've decided to take the initiative and NOT STINK (at least, not of stale ciggy smoke, and not voluntarily) EVER AGAIN.