My name is Mags and I've been smoking a loooong time. Started in 1969 and have tried many times since then to "Cut it down" "Cut it out" Call it what you will. I've tried everything. I paid £250 for hypnosis walked out of the building after the so called miracle cure, and lit a fag I should have know better they had huge glass windows, they sure saw me coming!! Anyhoo I've picked a date got there and carried on smoking. gone through the lists of do's and don'ts etc...etc...etc...
So Monday morning I got out of bed, as usual around 6.30/7am. Had no thought or plan of giving up, normally after breakfast I shower then go to the shops, and as I have always bought my ciggies in 100's could never be bothered buying 20 at a time, I'm walking around the shop getting my stuff and I thought "bugger it. I'm not buying fags" Simple as that. I came home put away my shopping Smoked the last ciggie I had in my packet at 10am and that was it. Not had one since. Now I'd be lying if I said it's been easy, Cos it ain't. But it's been a damn sight easier than I ever imagined before. taking the time to work out a stop date, in my mind builds up a fear of stopping.of failure. of whatever way your mind works, I went out yesterday and bought sweeties. I don't eat sweets, but I'd rather chew a sweet than smoke a ciggie. only problem is I'll need to hide them when the grandkids come up