3 Years quit
I can say still glad to be quit and the first few days are long gone, for me I try not to forget because I really didn’t think I could quit, I don’t want to have to quit again.
I’d tried so many times before, used so many quit aids, failing abysmally each time (all within 2 days of the quit in fact in retrospect would argue I managed to find a butt end or used a rizla paper to make a decent sized smoke out of left overs, sounds disgusting now and so low rent but at the time I had no shame, wouldn’t have shouted it from the rooftops but…. .) Learnt a few things on the journey, smoked heaviest in mornings, alcohol is dangerous and when a crave is upon you it is very easy to find a justification for giving in and in all honestly it is a justification , there is no situation which is improved by a lungful of smoke.
So how’d I do it, I hear you ask, no magic formula sadly, I just really wanted to quit more than I wanted to give in this time. All my previous quits had been Monday morning, this quit was Sunday afternoon, mid horrendous hangover and I had 5 fags left and that was that. It was also hell at times, for the first few days I was in cloud cuckoo land as my brain got use to oxygen again.
I smoked for 20 years of my life, I had some associations to overcome (more than some less than others), first flight 12 days into quit, prompted a craving, why? Because I always had a fag as I got off the plane. The first year is full of firsts, first Christmas, Easter, birthday, holiday and the list goes on but each time you get through the crave or amend your behaviour it gets easier to the point when you don’t get them anymore. Sometimes it’s just a thought, which you could act on but thankfully the memory of what it took to quit stops me, that’s why I remember, for me it keeps me quit.