I smoked my first cig at like 12 years old. I just wanted to do whatever my two older brothers were doing. By 15 I was pretty well hooked. I was active. Skating, surfing, running cross country. Still, it eventually started to take it's toll. I would get sick all the time and I quit running and I could just feel it wearing me down. I was smoking easily a pack a day by the time I finally quit at 21. It took me almost a whole year of trying for it to finally stick. Quitting was easily one of the hardest things I've ever done. For anyone who hasn't been addicted to nicotine it's hard to stress how difficult quitting is. Just like everything there is probably a genetic component. I would quit for a day and then break down. Quit for a week and then break down. Once I lasted a whole month before slipping up and then it was right back to a pack a day. My boss at the time told me don't tell yourself that you're quitting forever, just keep putting it off every time you have a craving. That seemed to be the mental trick that finally got me over the hump. It's been almost 18 years now and while I almost never think about it there is still a part of my brain that wakes up when I smell tobacco smoke drifting by.
I'm so glad I quit.
I'm so glad I quit.