I'm 4 months smoke-free. The night before my first smoke-free day, I smoked two cigarettes before heading in to sleep, leaving two cigarettes left in the pack.
Other times I quit in the past, I finished a pack, leaving myself the burden of actually going to a store and buying more if I wanted to kill my quit.
This time, I kept the rest of the pack in my purse. You could see this as a lack of commitment, which, at first, it was. But then it became a signal of my commitment - it would have been easy to kill my quit at any time, and I continued to choose to stay strong against my cravings, with the cigarettes at my fingertips.
I'll be honest and tell you that a few weeks into my quit, in the middle of a massive panic attack on the highway, I pulled one out, held it in my fingers and imagined I was smoking it. "You can stop this car and light it anytime you want," I told myself. Instead, I realized I was craving deep breaths, and nicotine wasn't going to give me anything but a feeling of defeat.
Some time ago, I stopped carrying a lighter, so the "you can light this anytime you want" lost some truth, but I didn't have any major feelings of stress about that.
And now, the pack is smushed and stale, and I never think about it, and it's taking up space in a never-used pocket of my purse, and finally, I have no reservations about tossing them.