Up until recently I thought that I would be quit but wistful about smoking. For example, the type of quitter who 20 years later mentions that she would smoke again if they came out with a harmless cig. I did not find myself disgusted by smoke or wanting to tell people on the street not to smoke. I was sad that I wasn't free like Allen Carr mentioned and wondered why.
However, over the last few months, gradually, any romancing went away. Previously, if I craved a smoke, I would picture myself smoking it, coughing, reversing any good health benefits I have now. I would tell myself that I would not want to hurt my family or friends who were proud of me, or I would think about how this quit, my first quit, is my golden ticket, and to relapse would probably lead to me smoking and quitting over and over.
The other day I thought , because of an executive assistant moment , about smoking and my immediate response was, why would you want to do that? My self inventory found no emotion, no struggle, no disgust, just a simple, straight forward thought that I do not smoke.
I am writing this just to show that quitting is a gradual process for many, I think, and one may need to take time to be neutral, free , according to his or her own path.