My late Dad gave up for 11 years the first time he quit. Then he started going fishing with my Uncle who offered him the odd cigar. Eventually that led to him being back on the fags.bill.inger wrote:I enlisted in HM Forces in 1958 and smoking was virtually mandatory. I went from five Woodies to twenty Players in a couple of weeks. Ten years back, I decided enough was enough and I had to quit, the damm things were killing me. We (wife and I) went away for a week and I vowed not to smoke. After three days I knew I could do it and after the week was up I was going for hours on end not thinking about cigs.
I think now, I've cracked it but occasionally I get a whiff and think "Yes, I could murder a fag".
That'll always be there so I' m still giving them up but I consider myself a non-smoker rather than as ex-smoker.
Hope this helps those who are seriously trying to quit.
Some time later he had a cancer scare and stopped overnight again and never took another drag for the rest of his life.
This took some doing in my opinion because my Mum smoked like a chimney and carried on smoking right in front of him as if nothing had changed.
I think there must have been something in my Dad's metabolism that meant he was less addicted to the nicotine than your average person otherwise I am not sure how he could have done that.
I myself have never smoked but I guess I consumed more than enough secondary smoke as a kid.