I've given up waking up in the middle of the night coughing
I've given up waking up in the morning *really* coughing, like an old hag (and looking like one, to boot)
I've given up choking my lungs out after running for the bus and sitting red faced and panting for ages after it's moved off, hoping people aren't staring at me.
I've given up wheezing when walking up steep hills
I've given up using my asthma inhaler
I've given up spending money to line the pockets of the tobacco companies and the government
I've given up smelling like an ashtray
I've given up hiding behind the bins at work like some kind of outcast
I've given up wondering when I can get my kids to leave me alone so I can go and smoke
I've given up scrabbling all over the house in a panic for tobacco/papers/lighters when I run out. Also, going out in all weathers and at all hours to buy some if I can't find any.
I've given up getting antsy and irritable whenever I can't get my fix
I've given up coating my lungs with tar and slowly but surely clogging my arteries
I've given up having colds that last a week and completely floor me
I've given up feeling weak, and frightened, and stupid, and disliking myself
I've given up smoking.
Not really any great sacrifice, is it?!?
New quitters, please stay strong. It gets easier and easier, and one day you'll find that you've gone from missing it, to wondering why in the world you could possibly have wanted to do it.
Best of luck to you all in your quits!