It's day 25 for me. I gave up smoking on the spare of the moment. I always had a vague plan to quit but never got round to it. Then one evening I found coughing my lungs out and trying to inhale tobacco smoke at the same time. I decided I'd had enough and gathered up the tobacco, hand rolling papers and lighters and shoved them in the back of a cupboard. I never went near them until today. Knowing that the tobacco was still there made me feel a little less desperate on one level. Except that I also knew that leaving it there meant I was bound to want to smoke it sooner or later - and that would probably be on a day that I felt most stressed.
Well it's been hard week and today was the day. I went to the cupboard and rolled up a cigarette. I studied it for a while and I swear I got a pain the chest just thinking about smoking. So I put the cigarette, tobacco and papers in a baking tray and had a little bonfire in the kitchen. That's it, I feel quite pleased with myself. As if I've become a bona fide quitter instead of someone who is just practicing giving up for a while to see if I can handle it or not.
Phil