Have just had a two week holiday in sunny Mexico, and it has finally reinforced to me that I really don't think I will ever smoke again. I was watching people sitting, relaxing, enjoying having a smoke, and it's such a contrast to seeing people back home, rushing from pillar to post trying to fit in a smoke, huddled outside in the cold. Seeing people in a relaxed state seemingly enjoying their cigarette certainly made me think. But when I did think it through, I whole heartedly decided, without any doubt, that I didn't want to. There was nothing and no-one stopping me, only myself and my thoughts. I think at home I have concentrated so hard on the image portrayed by people smoking and the situations they are in, which most of the time do not look relaxed or enjoyable, that I had completely forgotten those relaxed holiday situations, its sunny, everyone is relaxed and smiling and enjoying themselves. I also found it a shame when I found myself downwind of a smoker cos of the smell, and felt a little embarrassed about the amount of times that had been me.
I know we should never say never, but I didn't realise how much smoking affected my lifestyle until I stopped. The benefits are endless and every time I find myself in a new situation, I reflect on how different it would have been had I been a smoker, in these past couple of months I haven't come across a single situation where smoking was something I even contemplated for a second, and I certainly haven't come across a time when I think it would have benefited me at all. I know we're all different in our quits, I don't know when I stopped wanting to smoke, I still think about it but now it's in a "do you remember when" sort of way.
Sorry for dragging-on. To all new quitters out there, stick with it, the light is at the end of the tunnel and there's no knowing how long that tunnel is, but stick with it cos it is well worth it.