Time has come once again to mark a major milestone; another year has passed and I'm feeling better than I have in many years, despite having gained a lot of weight.
I don't want to go into preaching, although I do enjoy that at times too.
I just want to say that I'm not sure that if I hadn't had that health mishap, I might not have had the will to stay quit. I know I have said it before, but I do believe you not only need to want to stop, but also have a trigger to get started, the motivation to get going and something longer term to believe in in order to continue the quit. Sometimes these are intertwined, such as when your child says "I don't want to smell bad like you when I grow up". That might be a trigger, give you the motivation, and help you to focus on the longer term.
I "wanted" to stop, but there was nothing compelling enough to get me going and keep me going. This is what happened (which I have copied from one of my old threads):
I quit accidentally, by being hospitalized with a deep-vein thrombosis and pulmonary embolism. Sitting there in the hospital, I contemplated asking the nurse if I could go for a smoke, but realized I would look pretty stupid in doing so, seeing as smoking is known to constrict the blood flow!
After the third day I started getting desperate about my non-smoking future and how I could possibly live without cigarettes. I was deeply ashamed of what I had brought upon myself, and yet I couldn't imagine what quality of life I could have without cigarettes. I wouldn't go as far as to say suicide was on my mind, but I was at an all-time low...
That is, until I started thinking of what life would be like for a non-smoker, and after much contemplation realized that my whole "smoking self" was a fabrication, and that non-smokers don't go through any of the silly thought processes we smokers do. Non-smokers don't have any of the obligations that we do; they don't have the expenses; they don't have the inconvenience of "needing a smoke" where and when it's not possible; they don't feel ashamed about stinking up the place; they don't.... etc. So, I decided that I needed to become a non-smoker (or as near to it as I possibly could).
After 10 days I quit the hospital, went home and had a cigarette. Then I had another packet, and another packet, for about 3 or 4 days. Each one I smoked made me think about what I had promised myself in hospital. I felt ashamed of myself. I even crushed a packet and the next day fished it out of the bin to smoke the ones that hadn't broken!
A couple of days later, I realized that I had bullshitted myself in hospital, at least in the current smoking condition I was in. I felt I had betrayed my conviction. That day I decided smoking was all finished for me.