You know... I've been smoking a lot for the past few months... up to a pack a day, sometimes more.

Suddenly... I just never had the craving for one at all.

Then again, I've always smoked in the past, but never became addicted to em. Maybe 3-4 months of smoking, then 3 years of not smoking. Repeat. They always usually relax me, but when it gets to the point where it becomes habit, I guess I'm just lucky enough to subconsciously realize it or something and just stop.

Hm, so despite having been a smoker, I really haven't ever felt what it's like to be addicted to cigarettes. Buuuuuut, it's always good to stop after you've been doin it for a while.

Good luck! If you have a girlfriend, it's easier to stick with it if you work in sex with "not having a cig". In other words... each cig you have, is 1 week you go without sex. That'll stop ya... unless you have the heart to lie about it ;)

Stick with it! One of the best decisions you'll ever make...

Cravings for me decreased almost exponentially as time went on... craving every half hour, then 1 hour, then 2 hours, then 4, 8, 16, 32, etc...

The first few days are the toughest... after 3 months, you're good to go, with only the occasional craving kicking in now and then...

All I do whenever it kicks in is remember how I woke up every morning, went straight to the restroom to cough the crap out that accumulated over the night... It's enough of a reminder to keep me straight...

6 years now and counting (from 3 packs a day)...

(And I still swear never to become one of those non-smokers that acts rude to a nearby smoker. I will always either move, or deal with it... After all, we know what they're going through... it's an addiction, pure and simple)

Well, it was day 32 today. Still smoke free. And still no body count. That is the part I'm really proud of. :) Cravings are starting to mellow a bit, but still come pretty strong every now and then. Dreamed about chain smoking half a pack of Reds the other night. Woke up all pissed at myself for giving in. Was a couple minutes before I realised that I was just dreaming and didn't really have any smokes. The funny things our minds do to us. Hehe. 8 more days and I quilfy for lent.

Atta boy Seer666!! Keep it up. Read my post (Post #29) again for reference. Heck, print it out. You'll be glad you did.

Just a quick up date. 42 days and still going strong. Had to do the physical fittness test that Uncle Sam makes us take every 6 months. I almost shit myself. I took almost 2 minutes off my run time (a mile and a half run) just from quitting smokeing. Used to cost in at a commy, slow paced 13 minutes. Did it in 11:01 today. Now, just imaging how well I started running all the time again.

Other then that, life without smokeing is going strong, other then the dreams. I've been dreaming about smokeing again. Well, smokeing and dead people, but that is a convo for a differnt time/thread.

Anyway, thanks to all of you who have been supportive here. This is a pretty hard thign to do, and though I know not the faces behind many of these posts, just knowing people are cheering you on helps.

Well, back to Day fucking one. The story, as it unfolded.

So, one of my best friends in the world and his wife come to Hawaii for a few days from Japan to spend time hangin with me. This is a good thing. It's been over a year sense I've seen him. We spend some time hanging out at the house for the first day, go get a good stake dinner, take it easy. Everything is good. The next we get a late start on things, and then down to the beach! Get a hotel, hit the bars. It's all good. Also, my room mate, who I shall name Captin Fucko, is with us. Good guy, just goofy. So, we are in the bar, the first time I've been drinking in many, many a moon. We'll "the bar" is missleading. I think we hit every bar in Hawaii. And well, I'm goood and rip roarin drunk, smoke is so thick in the air you need a knife to cut. "Oh, what the hell, I think, I'll just have one." I threw the first one out after one hit. Tasted like shit. Then a few more drinks. SO, I have one. I think i had a couple. The night is kind of foggy. Well, Captin Fucko desides to head back to the hotel early. no big deal It's a 2 minute walk from the bar. I turn around, and bang, he is gone. This is about 0130, 0200 in the morn. The rest of us keep drinking. 0400 the bar closes. I know if I sleep right then, I will be pukeing like a mother fucker. So, I walk around for a couple hours Well lighted areas, Hawaii at night is not safe for a lone, drunk mainlander in some areas. about 0600, I hit the hotle, and the other bed in the room, the one Captin Fucko should be in, is empty. Well, I'm to drunk to really notice that much still, so I pass out. Flash forward 6 hours, I'm getting cleaned up, wondering where CF is and getting ready to cheak out. I call CF. No answer. We go to the beach, I leave a message where we are, and carry on my wayward son. Now, I spend the next coupl hours calling him, and get nothing. So, I go back to the hotel, and look in the garge. Car is still there. And cell phone is in the car. Now, who gets a fucking cell phone, and leaves it in the damn car? Captin Fucko, that's who. At this point, I am getting worried. I spend the whole day bouncing back and forth from the beach with my friend and his wife (From this point on refered to collectively as "my friends") and looking around for CF. I even check with the local cop shop to make sure he isn't dead or in a drunk tank. Nope. Good thing there. I call his command (we are both Navy) and ask if they heard anything. Nope. That means the MPs didn't get him. Good thing there. Now, I am speanding the day wondering if he is fucking dead in a ditch and hasn't been found. ALL DAMN DAY. My other roommate get's off work at 1930 and calls me. I left a message on his phone to call me so he can check the phone at home for messages. Guess what he tells me? Captin Fucko has been home all day playing fucking World of Warcraft. DOn't get me wrong, I play myself, good game. BUT HIS GOD DAMN CAR IS STILL AT THE FUCKING HOTEL! Yes, Captin Fucko took a damn cab home in his drunken stuppor. That in itself is ok, ha ha, look what the drunk guy did. But instead of using a damn phone to call me and let me know what is going on, he plays a fucking video game all day. Now, I've had a few smokes through out the day, because, like I said, I am kind of freaking out here. I mean, if he is dead, who is going to pay his part of the fucking rent? This is uncool. Well, then I find out he's ok. This is bad, because there is about to be murder. He pulls something like that, he better be fucking dead. SO, I break down and start smoking my friends smokes because I really need to calm down before talking to CF. I even bought a pack and have been smoking the last couple days. Now, it's time to start all over. And yes, I know that it is my own damn fault, but I think you can forgive me, given the situation. Counter reset. Back to day one. Wish me luck. And if he says one damn word to me in the next week, I'm going to kick him in the junk so hard he'll have more hang time then Jesus.

Yes, one day at a time! I'm an ex-smoker and am very proud of you - keep it up - you CAN do it. :)

ETA: I somehow missed your very last post. I'm sorry. But, hey - you know what? All is not lost. Just pick back up where you were and chalk this up to a minor setback. It will be OK and you CAN do it. It is JUST a minor setback - it's OK, just move past it.

Yeah, just finished off the last one one from the pack I bought. Back to non smoker land now. Christ, withdraws all over again. Why do I do this to myself?

Stick with it. It only becomes easier as each day passes. i quit many years ago. I did it cold turkey and found the easiest way to handle it for me was to start to think of myself as a non-smoker. I kept asking myself, what would a non-smoker do? With the passage of time and a lot of practice, I realized that a non-smoker didn't buy tobacco or stuff associated with tobacco like lighters. They didn't think about the next cigarette because they were non-smokers. This little mind game got me through the hardest partt and well into the easier part. Then one day I realized I was a non-smoker and my little mind game became my reality. I haven't looked back since. I hope that this or one of the other posts helps. You are doing a brave thing that will make your quality of life better. Take strength from all of us supporting you.

It has been almost 17 years since I quit, I was pregnant with my son. I hate to say this but there are times that I still crave a cigarette, usually right after a good meal. You would think after 17 years, you could forget.

I used to smoke a bunch too, for many years, its really expensive. Then one day i just said i was gonna stop and i did.


And i used the only method that works: I didn't buy them.

Edit: Oh, and before anyone says "it not that easy", I have news for ya. It really is that easy.