January 20th. From almost a pack a day to zero. Still have moments when I'm pretty sure that I could pick them back up but I know I'm better off without.
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January 20th. From almost a pack a day to zero. Still have moments when I'm pretty sure that I could pick them back up but I know I'm better off without.
Quit smoking cigs probably 4-5 years ago...maybe more or less. Honestly, it's been a while, and I forget.
Had a friend who used Camel Snus, and he got my going on that right when I was quitting. My appetite for cigs went to zero pretty much, since the pouches were a nice source of nicotine.
I would have a cig here and there, but they ended up being very gross to me after I quit the habit. Can't stand the smell of them now.
Dipped my toes into dip pouches shortly into the snus phase. Then I went all in with long cut. Did that regularly for a year or two. Wanted to cut back drastically, so the vice is now nicotine pouches and cigars. Still throw in a dip every once in awhile.
I chew, quit for a couple years. everyone I talked to said the first week was the worst. I went through a break up of a 10 year relationship and for stupid reason started back up. First bit of quitting sucked, but years after urge was still there. Wish I hadn't picked it back up
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I was about 6 when I smoked my last cigarette ...
I'm glad you all quit. Those things are awful.
I never was a cigarette smoker. I probably haven't smoked 3 packs total in my life.
My brother said quitting is easy. He's done it dozens of times.
Many years ago I wrote a little piece about how I gave up smoking and why I took it up again. It started like this:
"I gave up smoking the summer between first and second grades. One of the neighbor kids pilfered a pack of cigarettes and a book of matches from her parents' stash and several of us gave them a try. It took a few attempts to overcome the challenge of lighting a paper match. None of us had ever actually done it, but we had all seen our parents and other adults applying the head of the match to the scratchy part of the cover. So, eventually we got the hang of it, and went to work applying our newly-created flames to the ends of a few cigarettes. Naturally it took a few matches to actually get the little white cylinders burning.
I drew a tentative breath through my specimen. It tasted awful. Thinking maybe quality and quantity were directly proportionate, I inhaled for all I was worth. If I had known the names of my internal organs, I would have tried to identify each of them as I coughed them past my lips. I decided on the spot that the only thing worse than secondhand cigarette smoke was firsthand cigarette smoke."