for all the smokers out there....

i tried loads of timesthen one time it worked . just keep trying.dont beat yourself up for slipups .will get there in the end:happy:

I quit by reading a book.


Allen Carr's Easy Way to Stop Smoking.


After 23 yrs and 20 *kitten* a day he helped me to quit overnight. And I'm 400 days today clean. Man, I feel so good it's unreal!!

I've ended up replacing my *kitten* addiction with a sewing and cross stitch addiction!!

getting on that treadmill and trying to run...felt like I was going to pass out and die right then and there...i don't wanna be that wrinkly, coughing, smelly 40 year old woman that looks 60. Gum helps. So does chewing on a straw. It's an oral fixation. YOu can even nibble on a couple squares of dark chocolate. It helps maintain metabolism and curb cravings.

Prayer and a book called, The Easy Way to Stop Smoking by Alan Carr. Read the reviews on Amazon!
Much luck to ya!

I smoked for 20 years. I quit probably 3 times total. One day in 2000 I decided I didn't want them anymore. Nothing special. I just didn't want them. I quit that day, and haven't even thought about smoking since. Never even had a nicotine fit. I guess it was just time. I don't know.

It'll work out, just give it time. Good luck.

I quit using laser therapy. It worked great for me with very mild nicotine fits. I also joined Quitnet.ca for support from peers. I did gain weight but I found this site and have lost most of it. I have been quit for 20 months now. I wish you luck in quiting as it is tough but worth it. Never quit quiting.

I was a pack a day smoker for 13 years. I tried quitting numerous times, but finally quit permanently while trying to get pregnant. That will be 2 years on May 31st. I used the patch to deal with the cravings. I never went back to smoking, and continue to use my daughter as a reason not to. You quit while pregnant and breastfeeding which is a wonderful thing! Just continue to think of how your smoking affects your child. Third-hand smoke (yes it is real, it is smoke that lingers on clothing, upholstery, etc and contains carcinogens) has harmful side effects on a child's health as well.

I would suggest replacing it with something active to do with you kiddo. Maybe take a walk, play at the park, something like that. It might get your mind off of it long enough to get over the craving. Also, drink a glass of water every time you feel a craving coming on. It will help you stay hydrated, make you feel full, and hopefully keep you from reaching for some type of food item.

I am happy for your decision to quit! It is one of the hardest things you will ever have to do. Just take it one day at a time and try not to beat yourself up if you slip. You will get there if you have the determination.

Out of all the times I quit curving the need for the nicotine was always the easiest whether it was through the patch, gum, or inhaler. The problem I had was that I couldn't curb that urge to smoke. The thought of inhaling that cigarette was like filet mignon to me. I too decided to quit for my children and am pround to say I have been smoke free for 8 months, and nicotine free for 6 months. Everyday posts it's obstacles as sometimes I still feel myself wanting that cigarette, but I'm scared that if I have one I'm a smoker again so that keeps it at bay.
What I did that was finally successful for me was I went to war over it, I gave myself every tool to beat it, plus the biggest thing was I really wanted it this time. I used the nicotine patch plus the electronic cigarette with nicotine cartridges. For the first two weeks both the patch and the cartridges were high nicotine so I was getting more nicotine then I would when I was smoking but I wasn't getting the harmful toxins that came from smoking so that was my excuse. After that I gradually cut down so I wasn't using any nicotine after two months. I also used that e-cigarette like it was a pacifyer, and smoked it as I was still smoking - took cigarette breaks with it, smoked in my car, in my recliner, after a meal how I would normally smoke. If my urges got stronger to smoke I used it more sometimes going through a cartridge in 15 minutes which was suppose to be equal to 8 to 10 cigarettes. I also didn't worry about gaining weight, and I put on 25lbs in 6 months, that's where I'm at now since I feel I'm now a non-smoker I'm working on my wieght. Don't try to do too much or you will fail at both. Concentrate on quitting smoking and then you can concentrate on eating healthy and excercising later.
I'm not sayign this is the best way or even the most healthy, but after smoking for 25 years and smoking 2 packs a day for the last 10 I haven't had a cigarette in 8 months. I wish you the best of luck in your journey and know that if you find the right mind and focus on quitting you will succeed. Good luck.

Here's my story; it's kinda long but bear with me.

I quit about 8 million times before it finally took. When it did, it was a combination of factors: nicotine patches, following the directions religiously, support from my daughter (who was five at the time), and circumstances beyond my control. What clinched it was something that happened about six weeks after I quit.

My mother died of complications from lung cancer when she was 52. My grandmother had breast cancer that eventually metastasized to her brain. Approaching 40 myself, you might think I would have gotten the picture by then. I hadn't, not really.

Then a few days before my daughter's sixth birthday, I started feeling a slight pain in my shoulder and chest area. I started having problems taking full, deep breaths. Those symptoms were consistent with my mother's right before she was diagnosed.

At that time, I still laid down with my daughter for a few minutes at night to help her go to sleep. For five nights, I looked at her lovely sleeping face, so much like she looked as an infant, and thought, "It's lung cancer. I'm going to be dead in six months. I'm not going to see her graduate from high school, or college, or be there when she gets married, or see my grandchildren. And I won't be there for her when all these things happen, or to comfort her through her first heartbreak, or..." It went on from there, made even worse by remembering how hard it was for me to get through those things while still grieving for the loss of my own mother.

And it made me really seriously mad, too, because at that point I'd already been quit for six weeks. How ironic would it be for me to develop lung cancer after I quit smoking?

Five nights of that. Five days when those things went through my head constantly as I planned and prepared for her birthday party, thinking "Enjoy this. It may be the last party you ever give her."

Once her party was over and all the out of town guests left and things went back to normal, I woke up one morning and found that I could breathe again. From that day on, although I've certainly experienced the physical and mouth cravings you get from nicotine withdrawal, the emotional involvement isn't there. Not once has my brain kicked in and said, "Gosh, I'll feel SO much better if I just have a cigarette." Not after a couple of beers, not after dinner, not with my morning coffee, never.

I substituted with food, yes. And there are times when the craving comes back in the form of vicious attacks of the munchies, which threatens to derail my fitness goals. I don't care. I'd rather be overweight and have a chance to struggle with that than be dead.

That's what helped me quit, and stay quit. Sometimes paranoia and an overactive imagination can come in VERY handy.

Wishing you the very best of luck, strength, and hope.

~Andi

Here's my story; it's kinda long but bear with me.

I quit about 8 million times before it finally took. When it did, it was a combination of factors: nicotine patches, following the directions religiously, support from my daughter (who was five at the time), and circumstances beyond my control. What clinched it was something that happened about six weeks after I quit.

My mother died of complications from lung cancer when she was 52. My grandmother had breast cancer that eventually metastasized to her brain. Approaching 40 myself, you might think I would have gotten the picture by then. I hadn't, not really.

Then a few days before my daughter's sixth birthday, I started feeling a slight pain in my shoulder and chest area. I started having problems taking full, deep breaths. Those symptoms were consistent with my mother's right before she was diagnosed.

At that time, I still laid down with my daughter for a few minutes at night to help her go to sleep. For five nights, I looked at her lovely sleeping face, so much like she looked as an infant, and thought, "It's lung cancer. I'm going to be dead in six months. I'm not going to see her graduate from high school, or college, or be there when she gets married, or see my grandchildren. And I won't be there for her when all these things happen, or to comfort her through her first heartbreak, or..." It went on from there, made even worse by remembering how hard it was for me to get through those things while still grieving for the loss of my own mother.

And it made me really seriously mad, too, because at that point I'd already been quit for six weeks. How ironic would it be for me to develop lung cancer after I quit smoking?

Five nights of that. Five days when those things went through my head constantly as I planned and prepared for her birthday party, thinking "Enjoy this. It may be the last party you ever give her."

Once her party was over and all the out of town guests left and things went back to normal, I woke up one morning and found that I could breathe again. From that day on, although I've certainly experienced the physical and mouth cravings you get from nicotine withdrawal, the emotional involvement isn't there. Not once has my brain kicked in and said, "Gosh, I'll feel SO much better if I just have a cigarette." Not after a couple of beers, not after dinner, not with my morning coffee, never.

I substituted with food, yes. And there are times when the craving comes back in the form of vicious attacks of the munchies, which threatens to derail my fitness goals. I don't care. I'd rather be overweight and have a chance to struggle with that than be dead.

That's what helped me quit, and stay quit. Sometimes paranoia and an overactive imagination can come in VERY handy.

Wishing you the very best of luck, strength, and hope.

~Andi

My goodness, Andi, thank you for sharing your story. That must have taken a lot to open up like that to us, and I am sure it will help someone - it certainly has made me realize how fragile and precious every moment is. So, again, THANK YOU. And may you get to experience all you can in your daughter's life for many, many years.