On the 18th of next month I'll have been off the smokes for 5 years having destroyed myself for the previous 42 years. ( I gave up before before being told too, I could sense that could be coming). For the first month and a bit there was a mental discussion about the benifits of smoking, sometimes even arguments however they slowly faded away.
Well the other day, I reached across the table for a non existent packet of ****, thinking "gee I'd like a smoke". The thought went as quick as it came but later I said to myself " you f- ing dead ****, your still there"