First day of college, I brought a 1.75 liter of rotgut vodka, my roommate brought a carton of Camels, and we both started smoking and drinking. It wasn't until my third year of grad school that I quit.
I started to hate the way cigs would dictate what I would do and when. I'd look at my pack and think "Hmm, I have 10 left, gonna study until about 10:30, store closes at 9:00, I'll want a couple in the morning, so I better go to the store now."
After I quit, I hated the instinctive "well, gonna go burn one" that would always pop into my head. I watched that movie "Blow" where everyone is smoking in every scene and, three times, I patted my chest pocket where my smokes usually were just out of habit. A couple years later, I tried to have a cigar on a poker night and, just by muscle memory, I inhaled right away and got sick as a dog.
Now it's been about 13 years, and I almost never think about it. I can even enjoy an occasional cigar with no problems.
I started to hate the way cigs would dictate what I would do and when. I'd look at my pack and think "Hmm, I have 10 left, gonna study until about 10:30, store closes at 9:00, I'll want a couple in the morning, so I better go to the store now."
After I quit, I hated the instinctive "well, gonna go burn one" that would always pop into my head. I watched that movie "Blow" where everyone is smoking in every scene and, three times, I patted my chest pocket where my smokes usually were just out of habit. A couple years later, I tried to have a cigar on a poker night and, just by muscle memory, I inhaled right away and got sick as a dog.
Now it's been about 13 years, and I almost never think about it. I can even enjoy an occasional cigar with no problems.