This past July 30th marked 3 years since I put them down. The quitting was a snap. The hard part was making "the decision" that I finally wanted to stop.
I enjoyed my smokes for the most part. I laid them down a couple of times for a year and another time for 3 years, over the 35+ years that I smoked.
Since stopping I've had a few cravings, but I just ignored them and they were gone in an instant. There are times when the motions I am doing or the thing, like pulling out onto the interstate, when I'll reach down to my shirt pocket for a smoke that isn't there. But the cravings have gotten less frequent and weaker as the time has gone by.
The only time I really miss smoking, is when the gnats are out.
Yesterday I was out doing the last bit of yard work, pruning back the shrubs and trees, getting it ready for the winter. There were gnats buzzing in my face, and I so wanted a cigarette to stick in my mouth to keep the gnats away. Even gnats are smart enough to stay away from cigarette smoke.
Congrats to all of you that are stopping, and good luck to those who are screwing up the courage to make "the decision".
