I was fairly typical I think, in that I chose to ignore the obvious risks and damage associated by tobacco.
I ignored them because I was addicted. I ignored them because I was frightened.
I was frightened of failing.
So, I would laugh, I would tell people 'Live life! Enjoy every moment! We all have to die some time of something.'
I bought Allen Carrs book 'the EasyWay' and I read it. (Not for the first time)
I sat down and really thought about smoking. About mortality. I thought about my wife. About how she had moved away from her beloved London and her beloved family to support me and my work. I thought about COPD. I thought about my wife as a carer. I thought about dying. I though about my wife all alone.
I decided that I was right. We do all have to die of something. We should enjoy every moment. Did I really enjoy smoking? Did I need to hurry my death along?
No. And No.
I simply followed the instructions in the book. I chose a date. I committed to quitting smoking and celebrating that quit immediately.
I quit on vacation. My wife still smoked. So on the first morning, after breakfast, we carried on our routine and went up to the terrace for our after-breakfast cigarette and espresso; the obvious difference being that I did not smoke. She was worried, watching me from the corner of her eye. Me? I was fine. I quit.
As the vacation continued, my wife decided that she would quit too, and smoke her last cigarette before we got the flight home.
Did I crave? Yes. Sometimes.
Did I sometimes rely on support from like minded people online? Yes (mostly lunatics here!).
How do I feel now? Absolutely fantastic.