Good evening ladies and gents!
My name is Stu, and I shall start by telling you my story with smoking.
I started smoking age 13, I think for two reasons; one, my mum smokes and I thought it was acceptable, and two, peer pressure, so I was pretty much done for!
I am now 27, and smoked 20 a day for about the last 10 years.
My son was born almost four years ago, and I was adamant then that he would not be a smoker, and that I would do everything I could to be around (god willing) when he got older, so when he was a year old (took me that much time to work up the courage to do it!), my now wife and I bit the bullet and began nicotine replacement therapy on the advice of our GP.
It worked for us both for a few months, and I got to the stage that I wasn't even using the last few patches, and nor did I need them. But after a particularly stressful holiday in France, I hadn't even got home when I bought and smoked cigarettes. I was so disapointed. BUT - it's worthy to note that throughout that entire period, I felt like I was depriving myself every single day, which I think is why I failed to kick the weed for good.
Anyhow, I then tried hynotherapy, and that worked for all of about 6 hours before I smoked again. What a waste of Â£150.
But in September of this year I was getting rather bad chest pains (which in hindsight were more likely to have been muscular discomfort than anything more serious), and one evening I got so bad that I smoked a cigarette, and said thats it, no more.
I had already been listening to and reading Allen Carr's Easyway, which I feel also helped to push me over the edge.
I went three weeks and felt great, not one pang, not one cigarette, and it was amazing. I felt physically fitter, mentally stronger, and enjoying life so much more. Problem was, my wife and mother still smoked, which meant that everytime I went over to my mothers, I was faced with cigarettes. I didn't find that a challenge, but there was a slight temptation if I'm being honest. And all the time at home the smell, the paraph****ia, the butts, you know what I mean, it was really wearing me down.
So I started again for a few days, but then had a right stress about it, had a mass crying fit (I am a 6' bloke built fairly, although a bit too much around the middle now, and I never show emotion to that degree, so that shows how much it got me down).
Since then I went again for another couple of weeks, but have since taken to having the 'odd one' when out enjoying my favourite pastime - clay shooting - and thought I could control the addiction. It was easier at first because my wife quit with me this time, but even she has been struggling (she didn't read Allen Carr!).
But after three months, I have smoked perhaps 40 cigarettes, instead of my usual 20 a day, so a marked improvement to say the least!
But anyway, I have put this in the day one area, because I habe just put out the last cigarette, so technically I am back to the start again!
Hello to all!