I wasn't sure whether to post this in 'Personal' or not, but thought it might get more exposure here.
When I was in my late 20's, early 30's think, and fags went up to £1 for a pack of 20, (yep, they're about £8 for 19 now!) I gave up smoking. I was on 30 or more a day.
I'd tried the cutting down thing, ie I'll only smoke 20 today, but ended up 'borrowing' tomorrow's allowance.
To cut it short, eventually I went cold turkey. It was actually easier than I thought. The thought of not smoking was worse than not smoking! The worst part was containing the urge to snack. Continually!
Still, I succeeded. Never looked back.....
This evening, (Mrs Pete smokes, and I hate it, but, such is life) I saw her cigarettes on the ledge by the back door. (She only smokes outside, mainly in consideration for me, bless her)
Momentarily, for a split second, I thought... Could I? Should I? Why not... Just one!!
I didn't, and won't ever, but the devil on my shoulder was tempting me
When I was in my late 20's, early 30's think, and fags went up to £1 for a pack of 20, (yep, they're about £8 for 19 now!) I gave up smoking. I was on 30 or more a day.
I'd tried the cutting down thing, ie I'll only smoke 20 today, but ended up 'borrowing' tomorrow's allowance.
To cut it short, eventually I went cold turkey. It was actually easier than I thought. The thought of not smoking was worse than not smoking! The worst part was containing the urge to snack. Continually!
Still, I succeeded. Never looked back.....
This evening, (Mrs Pete smokes, and I hate it, but, such is life) I saw her cigarettes on the ledge by the back door. (She only smokes outside, mainly in consideration for me, bless her)
Momentarily, for a split second, I thought... Could I? Should I? Why not... Just one!!
I didn't, and won't ever, but the devil on my shoulder was tempting me