I’ve never heard of that book, but it has insane reviews. I quit, quit, quit and stayed quit. Pretty much. I still get that urge, though. I admit to the occasional cigar, but I always regret it.
I will buy a copy and read it. I might give it to my friend (cringe), but if I wimp out I will at least give it to the library. It might even save a life, who knows. That’s pretty cheap for a life.
It sucks to be a smoker, always on a timer until the next nic fit. It’s a form of slavery.
January 14 will be three years for me. I quit after 22 years (1-2 packs a day depending on my anxiety level) with the Allen Carr book. Got it from the library so it didn’t cost a dime.
I can’t stand the smell now so no way do I ever still have cravings. I really never did, but I did some dreaming about smoking for a long time.
My mother just died this December 3rd from lung cancer.
I don’t give a shit what you do to your own body, but you are hurting all those people who love you. I never wanted to be a preachy non-smoker, but, fuck, just quit. However you can.
For those that have lost loved ones, I’m so very sorry. 
To those out there thinking of quitting, you can do it. My mother and aunt have smoked their entire lives (45 plus years) and finally quit cold-turkey a year and a half ago. It is possible. Good luck!
My dad died at 53 from smoking Camels and Lucky Strikes ,3 packs a day.
My mother made it to 84 but she expired from emphysema . It was a slow and debilitating death because her lungs slowly failed her. While she lived reasonably long. the last 2 decades were terrible with a slow and steady death . Getting weaker and weaker day after day, knowing what was coming. It ruined a long time for her and the family.
I’m so glad you do this thread. I hope it inspires someone to quit.
My grandmother started smoking at 13 and at her highest point smoked 4 packs a day. My great aunt was about the same. My grandmother will be gone four years this month on the 28th and my great aunt died about three weeks ago. To see what smoking did to them was unexplainable. The horrible attempts to catch their breath, the breathing treatments, 24/7/365 oxygen, seeing their bodies deteriorate.
The day my aunt died I walked into the hospital room to see her and she took my hand and said “Why hasn’t God taken me yet?”
Please, please, please stop smoking. Help is out there if you need it.
I’m on day 4. Got a prescription for Chantix, but was too wary of the side effects, so I’m using the patch. Considering the mood swings I’ve been having, it’s probably best I didn’t risk it. I know what nicotine does to my brain, anyway.
Started smoking (like an idiot) when I was 21, have to quit before I’m 40 next summer. Longest I’ve gone without is around three months. So far, knock wood, it hasn’t been that terrible. I just want to be done with it already.