[quote]In my case, it was hearing my Sweetheart planning our life after retirement. He kept repeating, to no one in particular, "please give us ten good years together after we quit working". And here I sat, slowly killing myself. How selfish! [/quote]
Wow - that was a powerful quote, in more ways than one!
Mercy, I too had more reasons than I can count. The thing is - nobody REALLY enjoys smoking. Some say they do, but they are just addicts like you and me. Everyone wants to quit - nobody would ever choose to spend that much money on something that smells, tastes and looks so horrible. We are a very "appearance" orientated society - no (adult) body looks at a smoker and goes "Wow - loooove the look!"
So, we've spent years wishing we could quit, fearing the quit, wanting to quit, and having dozens and dozens of reasons for it. Then, one magical day something happens that gives us the courage to go through the effort.
For me it was a day in a restaurant (before it became illegal to smoke in restaurants in AZ). I had just dropped my husband off at work, and decided to go out for breakfast with my baby boy who was just a year old.
My son didn't want to get in the high chair, so I decided to hold him on my lap through breakfast. He was on my lap and we were having such a nice time playing and cuddling together, and then I REALLY wanted a cigarette. I could hardly go more than 15 minutes between smokes, so i was really starting to feel it and hurt.
I looked around at all the people around me in the restaurant, some smokers, and some non-smokers, and I considered my options. I could leave. I could go outside. I could put my son in the high chair and risk him fussing. Or, I could light up with my baby on my lap.
In a moment of.. something.. I don't even know what it was.. I just decided to not smoke. I made it through the wait for the food. I made it through the meal. I made it through waiting for the waitress to bring the check, and I made it all the way home before I lit up.
I decided that day that I had what it would take to quit, and I decided that if I quit now, my son would never even know I had smoked. I quit 3 days later. That was it.
My baby is now 2 and has no idea what a smoker even is. My 17 year old son is proud as punch of his mother, and leaves me "anonymous" gifts and notes around the house telling me so. The rest of the kids, "Just don't want you to start again - that's all"
You parents out there ever go to an event, soccer game, or show or something that the kids are doing and hear some other kid say "... yea, you know that kid... the one that always smelled like cigarette smoke"?
I heard it at LEAST 3 times as a smoking mom. I always wondered if they were talking about my kid. You know?
[B]My Milage:[/B]
[B]My Quit Date: [/B]7/17/2006
[B]Smoke-Free Days:[/B] 370
[B]Cigarettes Not Smoked:[/B] 27,750
[B]Amount Saved:[/B] $6,937.50
[B]Life Gained:[/B]
[B]Days:[/B] 32 [B]Hrs:[/B] 7 [B]Mins:[/B] 27 [B]Seconds:[/B] 17