I started stealing my dad’s Camels in 1956. By 1967 I was smoking three packs a day. Then I was assigned to a military site where possession of matches was a court martial offense, first time, no kidding. Since I spent three days at a time at the site, and no one really gave a shit if I liked that or not, I quit smoking. It sucked, but the will power was someone else’s, not mine, so it didn’t matter.
In August of 71 I started again, at a party, and was back to two packs a day in a week. I stopped again in 1976, when I opened my fourth pack of the day, and realized I was buying cartons of cigarettes more than twice a week. I just quit. It was not all that hard, although it did take a while to get over really wanting them, say three months.
I started again (yes, really dumb, I know.) in 1979. I was a regular pack a day smoker instantly. I continued smoking until 1994. My son asked me to quit as a birthday present to him. I quit on his birthday, and have not smoked since. Much like the first time, it was fairly easy. (You can’t take back a birthday present, can you?) Not a single cigarette since.
Same symptoms of quitting every time.
Three days of misery, wanting one every second. Nervousness, irritability, constipation, and insomnia.
Three weeks of half absent minded preparations to smoke. Patting pockets, looking for cigarettes, going to the places where you can smoke, etc. Some mild desire for cigarettes, but much reduced from the original craving. Very strong desire when others were smoking in my presence.
Flavors and scents improve after a month, and continue to improve for another two or three months. Wind improves dramatically after the first month, and continues to improve for several months as well. Coughing disappears in several weeks.
Advice:
Don’t tell anyone you are quitting. Not your wife, husband, or twin. It’s a secret. Replace the behavior with a new one. (specifically something that you cannot do while actually smoking, like swimming, fueling jet engines, rolling fireworks, or painting tiny little toy soldiers, with flammable paints.) Get interested in it, and use it to deflect any inquiries about smoking. Change the subject. Deny that you have quit. “I have a bad sore throat, and had to cut down, this week.” Never admit that you are really trying to quit. For reasons passing belief people will sabotage the hell out of you, if they find out. “Uh, no, I left them in the car.” “Oh, no thanks, I really don’t like that brand. I’ll get some downstairs.” Then leave.
Quitting is not the hard part. The hard part is really deciding that you will quit. No cutting back, no “lites” no self-delusion. Do you want to quit, or not? If so, then do it. If not, don’t.
Tris
“The word aerobics comes from two Greek words: aero, meaning ‘ability to,’ and bics, meaning ‘withstand tremendous boredom.’” ~ Dave Barry ~