mark.f wrote:Nah, it was sort of a spur-of-the-moment thing. I was driving from Covington to Slidell and must have burned something in the vicinity of a quarter of a pack of cigarettes when I realized it was just getting ridiculous.
So, I stopped at a Winn-Dixie, and made a trash bag with coffee cups, etc. Then I just tossed the rest of my cigarettes, my lighter, and all the other cheap Bics that were in my glovebox in as well, and threw it away.
I quit cold turkey as well.
Everyone in my family, smokes.
26 years ago, I was smoking 3 packs a day.
One day I just woke up and realized that I didn't like the taste in my mouth in the morning. I didn't like the smell all over my clothes and everything else. And most of all, I didn't like the cost. (They had just gone from a dollar a pack to 1.25 a pack.)
I had most of a carton left.
I took one pack out, and put it in my sock drawer. I tossed the rest in the trash.
From that point on, I told myself, "I can have a smoke whenever I want. No one, including myself, can keep me from having one. And there is nothing wrong with it."
But... Every time that I wanted one, I just reminded myself of the reasons I quit.
Couple years later, I finally threw that last pack away.
Never smoked again.