grrr… sorry about that…
A book called;
Allen Carr’s Easy Way To Stop Smoking.
Yeah, I know, I used to see it in the bookstore and sneer at it everytime I walked by it.
Pffft. Like a book could make you stop smoking.
As if it could actually be easy.
Sheesh, how stupid do they really think we are?
Well, I didn’t buy it, someone bought it for me when they knew I was going to try to stop again.
And you know what? It freaking worked.
Seriously, it worked. Delivered on the promise, it was easy.
So easy, it’s been almost a month for me and I forget to share it with others, because I forget. I didn’t tell a soul for two weeks because I just didn’t believe it could be so easy.
I’d stopped before, once for a year, once for a year and a half. Used the patch both times. (Forbidden with this method, and you must NOT stop until you reach the end of the book.) Previously it was strickly self denial, sheer force of will and white knuckling all the way.
I am stunned to discover none of this is required.
He mentions how sad he feels whenever he meets someone who stopped months or years ago, and yet still speak of the craving. I know that feeling, I’ve been that person.
But I can confidently say never again.
And in case you’re wondering, this is my first experience of witnessing, forgive me.
An observant reader may have picked up on the fact that I have not used either the ‘Q’ word, as in, I q*** yesterday, or, I am going to ‘g*** *p’ smoking for New Year’s. This is the give away for people who’ve used this method.