[QUOTE=Stillwell Angel]
You’ve got to try this Chantix stuff, it rocks. 
I’ve been smoking 26 years. I quit once cold turkey (after reading Allen Carr’s book, which I highly recommend) and made it 3 months but it was torture. So a few of the old school hard core smokers at work tell me they’ve quit and it’s all because of this Chantix pill. I was skeptical because I had tried wellbutrin (Zyban) years ago and it didn’t do squat for me.
Your supposed to take it for 7 days before you actually try and quit. I’m on day three and I’m finding myself forgetting to light up at times I normally would have. My sister-in-law has been on it about a week and a half and she just reported to me tonight she hasn’t smoked in about two days and doesn’t even want to.
I seriously suggest you try it, what have you got to lose?
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My experience is nearly identical (minus the Zyban - I’m epileptic, so it was out of the question). After 30 years of smoking I was up to 2-3 packs a day. I quit in a week. No screaming, crying, or homicidal rampages. I just quit. Chantix (Wiki) made the physical cravings almost nonexistent, and Allen Carr’s book (and threads like this one) helped me stay in the right frame of mind.
Psychologically, I’ve had a little trouble adapting to life as a non-smoker. Yeah, I kept reaching for my smokes for a few days. I found myself heading for the door at ‘smoke times’. I’m eating healthier, and gaining weight (a good thing, in my case, but still unusual). I’m still not quite used to ‘just sitting’ or ‘just standing’. There’s an almost constant sense that I’m forgetting something. But these are all negligible annoyances. I can learn how to deal with these things. Lung cancer and heart attacks, not so much.
What I’ve had no trouble adapting to is being able to breathe. And taste. And smell. Or having my children snuggle up with me on the sofa to watch cartoons, because I smell like soap instead of an ashtray. I could go on, but you get the idea. As much as I rationalized for all those years to convince myself otherwise, my life really is better without cigarettes.
Cold turkey makes great Pit material, but I’ve been there, and it does suck donkey balls. See your doctor, erie. Ask about Chantix. (Hell, just call your doctor. It may not require a visit.) In the meantime, go back and reread Hal’s post. It’s Allen Carr’s method in a nutshell. And as simplistic as it seems, this really does bear repeating: You are not quitting. You have already quit. Take a deep breath, admit that not paying a small fortune to poison yourself and smell like ass is a Good Thing, and don’t go back. Just don’t.